THE ARRIVAL OF STRANGER

Like she came to condolence for my sickness. 

In so called spooky shadows, while in dark nights. 

Then a stranger, trudged the dark rooms, 

To patch the squeezed shroud, all and all. 

She was magical even with her talks. 

Probably a song, that is still echoing in ears. 

The power and deep care in her inwardness. 

Like a caring mom to new born baby. 

I was lying on torn bed, full of bushes. 

And i thought, i knew so well

In all of her shrieking, i listen to stranger. 

We got so together, breathe so together. 

NIGHTS OF SOLITUDE>>>>

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