- The morning breeze, brushes my face
Where it comes from, there it goes; woes
past, thoughts it has none
Gathers it does as one
Yours and mine
Gives me yours and you mine,
I look at you
‘cause, your thought came to me
Why look at me like that
No stranger am I,
I touched you through the wind
I spoke to you with it
Not words ears hear
Waves mind knows.
I died your death, twitched in your trauma
Died too in your love
Not a stranger
I know you —
You, he, she, that child, and all of them
From the past
Not a stranger —
Outside the hospital
Waiting for father’s body
That night flowers smelt of death
It spared not your father
I know your sad face,
Visited my father, it did, next week
Flowers smelt of death
Not a stranger
And you, broken in love, looking, waiting
Waiting and looking
The chill wind touched you
And you knew somebody knows.
That child there
I was he
He will be me.
Here in the breeze
You will find in the morrow
Buried pain, joy and sorrow
That was once mine
Was once his
And before that his
And before that…..
Live in love
One minute of joy and love is eternity, so are one good thought, one good deed and a big laugh. Add more of this. I am bad in maths, you add up. Live in love.
Footprints in the sands of time
Measured steps to be washed away by a thoughtless wave
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
NOT A STRANGER
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A fine poem. Nature bears silent witness to all our grief and gaiety.
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