Somnolent

Somnolent
He remains eerie apart from social tie, 
To pass along his own human sky
To pact a normal string of life
He remains obscured like the cliff
He is talent, busy with studies and cram
To lead life to turn in different ham
Alone in philosophize state;
To have golden fortune and fate.
Nothing customs ensue in set,
Being sole lover of books beset frosty
For coping unduly morale crosstie.
He seems to be particular to learn
Only his relation lies with reading turn
And with no books, he finds no pleasure
In human beliefs, his time not worn treasure
In social fan and nowhere in kith and kin
To be a nerd he feels airs not with social bin.
Bestowed with talent artistic enshrined
Like the image of flair in dazzling sun
For books worm his dot used up with unrest.

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