Always Quiet I Smile

Lot of folks around me
Still talk with anticipation..
Crawling there way in…
They eye my pertinence..

Enduring my quiteness…
I let the moment go..
Kinda remain dumbstruck..
daunted by my own soul..

I assent the way I am..
Awaiting another impediment..
On my thoughts of being awake..
To reply the ever chanting birds..

They still think..
I am unheard of current extant..
Feeling sorry for me..
They curse my existence..

But I still enjoy..
The calm and composure of being quiet..
Though others feel I need to be fluent..
To grab the lime light..

“Expression” They say..
obliges the world to welcome you..
And I still admire this rhyme
To be the manifestation of aforesaid prime..

Yeah..thats true..
My words speak after they are written..
And I stand in chance..
With this manner of expression..

And I like the way I am..
Creeping back after being meticulous..
Stating cluster of folks now..
The depth of my imagination..

The “Silence” thus makes me feel better..
Giving in-depth of every matter..
It helps me stand flatter..
Utmost to glitter my inner manner…