A Known Stranger
You act as a stranger
But you are not.
You show up
As a hater
But you are not.
I know love-bubbles are
Welling up your inside
You want to express them
But you are not.
I know you from
The eternal time;
I am the poet
You are my rhyme.
I want to make you
My love-bride,
I am waiting for you
But you are not.
Written on a return trip to my home in a bus, sitting beside a known stranger (Dated 31 Dec 2016)
Gaurav S Kaintura
Beautiful poem !!!
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Thanks A Lot!!
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This is very touching! Nice poem π
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A Warm Thanks To You. π
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The last line was a jolt. Beside a ‘known stranger’. So well written π
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Thanks a Lot for visiting, liking and commenting. And yes, it is a true poem inspired from A Known Stranger, written on the way between Haridwar to Delhi π
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You are welcome π Ah! You never know when inspiration strikes! π
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True…..:-)
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π―π
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π π Thanks
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beautiful β€
I can truly connect with it.
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Thanks. It was inspired and written for a fellow unknown traveller while going back to my home in bus.
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