I wrote Strangers in 1984, 16 years old. Even people who care deeply might not truly understand each other. They end up as strangers, only to part finally. Compare this poem with The Visit (1985), when the two strangers meet again.
He writes verses
Which I cannot read
And I sing a melody
For which he has no ears.
He cries silent tears
I accuse him of indifference –
He cannot understand
My voluble agony.
There we meet
At the crossroads of Time
Two strangers –
Only to part.
Vanita Shukla Hork, 1984
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Strangers
You never disappoint Vanita, and this lovely poem is no exception and gets better each time it`s read.
Thanks so much, Steve, that means a lot to me🙏
stirs thoughts and emotion. very good Vanita.
Thank you very much, I’m so glad you liked the poem 🙏
Lovely poem
Thank you so much 🙏