The World in a Whirl. {alt}

People, they stop, People they stare,
But who may say a word?
For they know not me, they cannot share,
 {What turns my milk to curd.
  {they all just think I'm absurd.

I can stop and I can stare,
But people mean null to me....
....and my feelings and thoughts I can bare,
To what occasion must I tell thee?

I reap no heavenly benifits,
From poor or rich alike,
When friends like me and I, we fit,
 {We have to be unlike.
  {Between us, We share a spike!
   {Constraints and pain, despite.

Angirasa Acharya