The circles we move in,

Are not circles but squares,

Keeping to the corners,

Feeling isolated from the rest;

Like we were eccentric millionaires,

Except poorer by some measures,

Richer in others,

Who are we to adjudge-

Be it circle, square or triangle and your place therein-

When you are the one feeling left-out?

Self-indulgence and narcissism bring their own poverty;

For, whatever your station in life-

(Real, perceived, envied or longed for),

You cannot help wanting to belong.