Mehri Mehraban

The Stranger - Poem by Mehri Mehraban

Here, people, smells and  colors
Sound familiar ordinary objects to me.
I counted the windows and rooms,
Even, the bricks,   my home consist.

I enjoy everything at my home 
Gazing its landscape, listening to native dove.
I love, neighbor's accent and jokes
I know, when they fight, die or to  make love.

I'm accustomed to all of these
Alas, no enough I feel comforter
whenever I reveal my dream and heart
I'm punished: 'go away, fool stranger'.

Comments about The Stranger by Mehri Mehraban

  • Rookie - 429 Points Sina Farajzadeh (8/14/2013 11:30:00 AM)

    Self expression of feelings - Life would be the same and ordinary if there is no adventure or motion in it - I know I didn't get what you felt when you wrote this..... Good luck (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 1, 2013

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