He stare into space like a lost stranger,
He never said a word and that is also strange,
Doubtfully he can say anything strong,
I guess he ran out of words and he is standard.

He gets lonlier with increasing crowds,
He claims a wordy king without a crown,
In his circle of friends but he is never loud,
He leaves others in awe of what runs in his mind.

Like a lonely chair in a dark room,
He gets his energy from within his inner room,
He tells a white lie of a secret monologue,
So secretive about words that he shys from a mere dialogue,

Trapped between lonliness and wordless,
He claims he can swallow a bowl of alphabet,
And spit out sentences that could fill a basket,
But it doesn’t count since since he can merely say a word.

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