Occupied by the crowd of fair-weather friends,  
Which, I suppose, has become today's trend, I realized how solitary I am—  
Just asking for a shed, can anyone lend?  
I can't demonstrate my emotions in the mob,  
Keeping them inside, my robe sobs.  
Though I'm tagged as one of the group members,  
When it comes to harmony and love, no one remembers.  
The one outsider is considered a better friend than me—  
No one bothers, and I can only see.  
The swashbuckling studs are always asked about everything;  
People echo ideals, but don't believe in "simple living and high thinking."  
If one is introverted in exposing his talented wings,  
That doesn't mean he is not worthy of anything.  
Just because a few opportunities he already missed,  
And due to his situation, he's extremely pissed,  
It doesn't let you conclude that he is a moron.  
His time has come—his struggling days are gone.  
To those who ignore, know this fact:  
To hell with their memories and their fake pact.  
They don't realize his importance today,  
But they'll acknowledge him the most, one fine day.  
The person avoided is still concerned about others;  
Whenever bitter feelings rise, his eyes fill with tears.  
Looking at such a condition, he questions the wise, godly creature:  
"Why am I trapped in such human architecture?"  
Then he consoles himself and pledges not to be docile—  
With time, everything will heal whatever is fragile.  
For sharing his feelings, he peeps at the door of his neighbors;  
They do give their precious moments—and that's truly a kind gesture.  
But still, he's never able to confront others,  
Always carrying the guilt that his act disturbs.  
He gathers courage and wonders with whom to share his views.  
After much thought, his heart replies:  
"No one is there"—which is bad news.  
But then, finally, he admits  
That in no one's heart he truly fits.  
Then realization dawns upon his conscience:  
This melodramatic society is quite fictitious.  
At last, he comes to know that only strong and true bonds survive—  
The kind that give this skeleton a better life.  
To those who suffer from perplexed and cumbersome fate:  
Do not worry, for success is yours, and excellence innate.