Comerade Poem by Naveed Khalid

Oft abroad my mind to where I find
no acquaintance,
and no one knows who I am,
alone a stranger to myself;
while at home away with such thought,
happy I, more than in your company,
among a host of crowd,
that roams about in a busy street,
unawares of the world,
somewhere between the cross roads,
behind the corner that man to meet,
I feel free, freerer than the rest.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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