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 translate in different fame
Alone in philosophize state;
To have golden fortune and fate.
Nothing customs ensue in society,
Being sole lover of books beset frosty
For coping unduly morale gesture.
He seems to be particular to learn
And his relation lies with reading tome
And with no books, he finds no pleasure
In human beliefs, his time not worn out
In social fan and nowhere in kith and kin.
To be a nerd he feels airs not with social blend
Bestowed with talent artistic with the world
Like the image of flair in dazzling sun
For books worm his dot used up with unrest.
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