Strangers Poem by Abhimanyu Raman

We are strangers
The bond of blood survives,
Yet I know him not
Owner to that disembodied voice
That so haunted me,
In the realm of peace and solitude

I reached out to him,
He reached out to me
An embrace, guided by numbers
Reminder of the many, we gave each other,
Before the days of thought and pain

We are strangers
Time and space, separates us
Yet he knows my pain,
and I, his
Born of a thousand loves and a wanton heart,
Free from them, yet bound the same

The bond survives,
It always will
Even as we perish, It will endure
In that eternity of love, and happy souls
Together yet parted
And forever the same
We are strangers.....