Stranger

I'm like the cosy breeze.... The source of the fragnance is somewhere else... That spreads itself with elegant ease... Like the melody of the temple-bells ! I'm like the gust of stream... The things I carry are not my own... They use me just to float & swim... & to express themselves all alone...! I am just a messenger... I reflect what I'm made to show... The real hero....is that stranger.... Whom none of us do,really,know....!