The Stranger - Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

The broken mirror asked me
' is it you'?

the gypsy woman singing a sad song
ten stars in ten fingers
whole universe in the palm

I exist! oh I really exist!
shall I have to feel it till the end?

the sweet taste
even the shadow can feel

just to menifest
just to open up
my unheard song
I uncover my heart


the BROKEN mirror
gypsy woman, her sad songs
existance and a mere nothing

just then the broken mirror again asked me
' is it you? '

I said hesitantly ' yes(or may be) '

it screamed and replied back 'LIAR'! ! !