Vidambu

In Matuga deep, where silence reigns,

Lives a man named Vidambu, with hidden pains.

"They judge me," he whispers, with a heavy sigh,

Alone he walks, beneath the starlit sky.

"They judge me before they even know,

The depth of my heart, the seeds I sow."

In solitude, he finds his solace true,

Away from eyes that misconstrue.

Through winding paths, he wanders free,

A solitary soul, longing to be.

For in his world, where judgments abound,

He seeks refuge where peace is found.

Yet beneath the mask of solitude worn,

Lies a heart that's weary, tattered, and torn.

For despite his insistence, deep down he yearns,

For connection, acceptance, a fire that burns.

So let not Vidambu be lost in his plight,

For beneath his words, lies a flicker of light.

In the depths of his soul, a longing to be shown,

That beyond judgment, he's not alone.