He is an idled idealist br A muscled, imbecile br A savant to no avail br In search of a new world br br While blurring are lines br Between good and bad br Between right and wrong br Dithered of discerning wisdom br He is stranded in the middle br Of labyrinthine lanes all around br Towards which side to stride? br Left? Right? East? West? br br Fuddled is the ideal vanguard br No friend to walk together br Nor even a foe to offer br A decent fighting pleasure br br In this social warren br He remain lost and forlorn br Like a frozen mountain br Of vain profusionbr br sathya narayanabr br