Stranger

                                          stranger

The vagrant mind always seeks a stranger

To defy itself the very strangeness of HIM

Exploring the unknown by throwing light

The mind then can settle for a while.

The wanderer (me) found many a faces

But all wore a knowing smile

Frustration crept from head to toe

Still I yearned for that distant call.

Hope hardly dies on a wanderer

It took ME to the remotest corner

Will the stranger be there?

Waiting for Me to be cornered.