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.