Ambiverts

ByP V Vaidialingam

INTROVERTS, in loneliness find solace,

Unspoken thoughts, in silent grace.

 

Shy and withdrawn, they seldom speak,

Yet deep within, their treasures unique.

 

EXTROVERTS, thrive amidst crowd’s cheer,

Energy boundless, too loud to hear.

 

Voices loud, opinions vast,

Occasionally, leaving the peers aghast.

 

AMBIVERTS, in the middle, stand very tall,

Balanced and wise, never to fall.

 

Practical and affable with a keen eye,

Diplomatic and solving puzzles high.

 

In their calm, success finds its place,

Embracing both, with steady grace.

 

Neither brooding nor reckless,

They lead a life of balance, so precious.

 

P.V. Vaidialingam IRAS (Retd), worked as Additional Divisional Rail Manager, Madras, Divisional Rail Manager, Trichy, Advisor Finance, Railway Board, and was OSD to former Minister of Railways, Shri Suresh Prabhu.

A deeply religious person and a devotee of Bhagwan Sathya Sai Baba, he undertakes seva activities of Sathya Sai organization.

Presently he is also an arbitrator in Railway cases and translates prose and poetry from English to Tamil

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