Strange Things Happen Poem by Upendra Majhi

Ilook at the drab wall to see my face,
When a big mirror is readily there in front of me,
I seek the dead log for fragrance,
When jasmine bunches are swinging in my garden
I look by hind sight, at strangers for love,
When my life mate is ready to shower love on me,
I look at green grass, four footed, to quench my hunger,
When pizza remains served on my table,
I seek scriptures lines for salvation,
When my soul's loud whispers are audible,
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