His eyes were holding bewildering silence
No one could see his smile ...
He had a strong built & charming body
but a loner with a strange style...
He lived a solitary life,
His silence was his pride...
....
They started making judgements
criticized him with harsh comments ;
They doubted:
He must be a criminal
or an absconding prisoner ;
He has an exceptional personality ;
Not acceptable by society ...
They made a thousand assumptions
without knowing the fact & situation ...
They saw him with doubtful eyes.
& tagged him with names 'freak' & 'recluse'...
....
Their curiosity made them spy.
They silently broke into his house ...
...
He was a solitary artist!
A proficient painter was he...
He wasn't a misanthrope
but a hermit was he...
Was meditating for his masterpiece ...
was too busy in painting rain & breeze💕
His paintbrush was doing wonders ...
He was not a lunatic monster
But a solitary creator 💕
...
©silverpen
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