Locked With Looks
Alone I am, being watched closely.
Perceived with fear rubbed smoothly,
Never knew I am Popular though not known,
Yet I feel unsafe says my hunch.
Who is sighting me among in this bunch of crowds,
Either as Friends to meet or Foe for Kill!
Still I know I fear no grudge,
Personally, Professionally and Politically;
For I won’t meet my end in a rush,
Or want to grow old and judge.
No wonder I feel like a Celebrity,
That loves to dodge or be brushed.
May not seek to search for dates;
And Keen to yearn by the gates,
From my home or with my friends.
In the Clubs, Market and Gardens,
I will live my life without your consent;
So build your plans and dare to present.
Befriend or Pretend to know me,
With envy or esteem deep within;
Not minding what you think,
Or what you feel, act and say about me.
I live to be free nevertheless,
Else I become a script fiddled by all.