The Stranger

That piece of random memories

feeds the stranger who’s a witch,

appears like a sly-peacemaker in me;

I never knew her,

and I’m a hooked slave

living upon her consent.

I abide, I could survive

apart from her, forever;

the melancholy of happiness

stares at the darkness: a real contrast

of my naked thoughts,

or the regrets of a fierce-tale

to be perceivedthat day..

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4 thoughts on “The Stranger

  1. I like that “fierce-tale” rather than “fairy tale.” Cool poem. I like you, too, Rahul! Glad to become a new follower. Glad you liked my blog, friendly fairy tales. I work hard on it. 🙂

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