A Stranger In My Home Poem by Saju Abraham

I entered my home with indecision
Like a Palestinian in Palestine
A gypsy itching to dismantle his tent
A migrant fowl awaiting the season
Not a care for the hardships that await

You stare at your own blood
And see it pale into a dark hue
And wonder if it can be infused again

You inhale the scent of your home
Lids popping off bottles of scent
And you wonder if they’ll ever be yours

You read the lips of your dear ones
You read between their lines
You wonder if they speak the same tongue

Your hands run over fading graffiti
And recall your children scribble the wall
You wonder what goes on in their minds
A stranger in my own home!