A Day With Stranger

A Day With Stranger short poem

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A very unusual day I met a stranger,
Got down from car and turned around,
Walked to me with eyes filled with sigh of relief and pleasure,
His lips whispered slowly with comment Thank GOD!
I am a stubborn lady with my decision,
Just carried away with his presence,
Kissing with praising my beauty,
Gifted the feelings of being deserved,
Something unusual was going with my heart that day,
I was trying to maintain my attitude,
With controlled brain and heart gratitude,
Crazy winds, steep curves, long drive was very special,
Whole day passed with special feeling and special attitude,
Lifted arms and good-bye hug ended up the day with unusual meet,
From somewhere, for some time, with no means,
I met with a STRANGER!
Walked little distance with belief covering miles,
I met with a STRANGER!
Gifted the feeling of being an ANGEL,
I met with a STRANGER!
Sometimes it is truly said…..Stranger is the one whom you know from a long time!!!!

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Lecturer in College in Computer science department. Hobby to write poems. Hope to build society with better perspective which gives a special place for women.
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Shamala Chandran

Strangers touch our lives….beautiful poetry…

asoke kumar mitra

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, lovely write.


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