Stranger

I am too small than this universe But the thinking is biggest than anything I am not the poem or poetic utterance I am not the art or the artistic canvas I am too small I’m walking on the lanes of the universe Field after fields, season after seasons I meet many strangers Seeing, somewhere staring and passing In the motherly care of different languages I am a mute alien! Like the flying birds, running calves, sportive puppies and kittens Strangers coming by the course of time and passing Once I asked one of them- Where are you coming from? Where are you going? No reply I got from the stranger and ask again- who are you? What are your roots and summit of life? No answer I got without beautiful smiling Oh! Estranged I was there and felt a rejoinder - Smiling is an answer of the stranger! I permit in me no need to find out the root of coming and going of any mankind on this earth, everyone is a stranger and just needs good manners! -24.11.2020 Chattogram