There is a person, sometimes big, sometimes small <br />Who has a tendency to stay away from it all <br />When the rest of the proceedings are looked at, with wonder <br />This person is what everyone calls the quintessential Outsider <br /> <br />The Outsider could be a scavenger or a hangman <br />Or anybody considered unusual by a layman <br />He could be the maligned goalkeeper in a soccer game <br />Or a war-weary soldier, back to civilian life, devoid of fame <br /> <br />He wants to be in the thick of action, but cannot do so <br />He is misunderstood by a friend, as much as by a foe <br />His position is always lonely, always desolate, always solitary <br />Whether he be in a high-pressure game or the military <br /> <br />In every type of setting, he is a stranger <br />To some, he is a misfit; to some, a danger <br />To the well-established norms and stereotypes of the world <br />He is a character whose thoughts are best not unfurled <br /> <br />He refuses to give in to sycophancy, in this world so biased <br />Or conform to convention, so he is ostracized <br />No one seems to have time for his views <br />And thus his boredom with life blows a fuse <br /> <br />So, he is reduced to a mere observer <br />Of circumstances, which he becomes with little fervour <br />And in this way, he enlarges his experience <br />Of the development of life, surroundings and conscience<br /><br />RONY PATRA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-outsider-6/
