Stranger Poem by Neel Apurbo

From the moving vehicles
Rough wind comes
And touch me with
Its gloominess…
I am imprisoned in
Iron case,
All my dreams burst
In tears too
Inside my presence…
Silence comes near
Through the faces of
Busy city people,
Dark night becomes
More darker…
Imprisoned me,
See all the faces and
The madding crowd,
Don’t see the face
Who I am going with…
He is still a stranger to me…
-09.11.2010.