December has gone, long ago, and I am alone once more because you have turned…
Stranger – a poem
Stranger,
why does your shadow linger
day and night
and reminds me
of the super-subconscious desire?
Do I know you?
Don’t I really know you?
Stranger,
why does your silhouette appear
even in the shadowy evenings
when eyes seldom differentiate between red and green?
Were there some questions you asked and I didn’t answer?
Were there some answers you couldn’t find to meet my queries?
Have we ever met before? Don’t you remember how many times we met?
Very good poem… I can feel the agony as well as the ecstasy! There must be something behind the words… Stranger Poem
Thanks, Sumit! Yes, behind every word, there is something! And this STranger Poem is not an exception…