Poem: Stranger of this world

Alien

Sense the essence of the human race,

Yet I diverged from their familiar trace.

I transcend their prescribed caste.

My thoughts, a divergent mast.

Their laughter, a ticket to belong to a class.

In a World of conformity, not me.

I defy the standard’s embrace,

With distinct characteristics originating from all those cities.

Within life’s vast expanse,

Presuming the possibility of a genuine affection.

Unaware of the heart’s concealed grace,

I infer, a child’s heart in this place.

Yet hidden , the devil's envy looms,

For I dwell in unique, untamed blooms.

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