A Stranger
Amidst the rumination of the eloquent empty lines
I sit, a stranger on a bench at the river bank
lives of the passersby are flashing glimpses in the mind's eye
from morning pancakes to midnight instagram posts
no matter how intently you would hear my words and laugh at my jokes,
tomorrow morning I am a stranger, at the break of the dawn
at the climax of exchanging numerous unmemorable words
at dusk, a stranger on a bench at the river bank I will be
No wonder I want to be estranged at a land
where my words are foreign and so mute I can be.
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