Call Of The Stranger Poem by Priyanka Bhowmick
Call Of The Stranger
The black thick untied hair of the night,
nature in its bed with soundless sleep,
silence enjoying the moonless night,
Depth of sleep in my eyes,
not a sole creature roaming around,
a voice appeared to break the silence,
as if someone in my dreams called me,
my eyes half opened,
unable to trace the mysterious call,
his face hidden behind the darkness,
only bold voice could be heard,
unidentified language he speaks,
the stranger pointing his fingers at me,
seems like an awareness for some happening,
or some mystery he wants to reveal,
I followed the figure where he takes,
after crossing a few miles it vanished,
I stood alone standing there,
turned back and saw some faces,
faces of the poor beings,
children who starve for food,
the hungry people asking me,
that why are we impious towards them?
They take us to be their God,
and expect a few from us,
the faces all together,
asking me ceaselessly,
Their hubbub disturbed me,
and I woke up from the scary dream,
opened my eyes towards the window,
raised the curtain, and saw there sitting,
two small children started their day begging.
Thought provoking dream....can't vanish out of the heart(window) ...nice reading...thanks
It wasn't a dream, a bitter reality, a reminder from within but the comforts of our wretched lives would soon wash the bad conscious away, don't worry! How we hate the nightmares! :)
A deeply moving poem with many striking and strong lines...You might want to read Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake available free online...
true a bitter reality..you words have given life to the subject...nicely done...read my 'a true blend' and 'a small i and a big me'
A very soul stirring and thought provoking piece..beautifully rendered Priyanka 10/10
''turned back and saw some faces, faces of the poor beings, children who starve for food, the hungry people asking me, that why are we impious towards them? '' This poem is very realistic, very sad. These kids have a real need for help...10+++
raised the curtain, and saw there sitting, two small children started their day begging. you hit me so hard with the reality... a nicely progressing poem. you are a poetess par excellence
That stranger is very much within you my dear! Shake hands with him to be friendly. I'm sure he'll prove to be the best frien of yours! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 7:15:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this dream world is pretty intriguiging notwithstanding all that freud said...