A STRANGER TO MY EYES
I heard she had style..
And so I came to see her..
And listen for while…
And there she was a stranger to my eyes..
Singing my life with her words…
I fell all with fever…
Embarrassed by the crowd..
I fell she found my letter..
And read each one out loud..
She is a lazy ocean hugs the shore..
Like flower bending in the breeze…
She knew as if she knew me…
In all my dark despair…
And then she looked right through.
Me as if I wasn’t there..,
But she was there the stranger…
Telling clear and strong…
Telling my while life with her words..
Killing me softly with her words…
Good morning.
Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai @ india