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.
A dream in the darkness and more darkenned realities in the bright day light...you convey your thoughts brilliantly in this narrative write, Priyanka...thanks...10
Great poem.. your thoughts flow very smoothly and create indeed an elegant poem..10 ++++ Kushal
ya its dreams inside and hard stark reality out the window nicepoem cheers
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! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2025 11:52:49 PM # 1.0.0
very convincing... your heart is in it... very wonderfully narrated...it sends a gentle touch too... in every needy children, you can see God.. in every helpless cry, it's the cry of God... thanks for sharing this...touching in many ways.. 10+++++ l♥ vel♥ ts, maia