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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6 thoughts on “Strangers”

  • Steve Brown
    July 6, 2023 at 1:14 pm
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    You never disappoint Vanita, and this lovely poem is no exception and gets better each time it`s read.

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    • Vanita HorkPost author
      July 6, 2023 at 8:56 pm
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      Thanks so much, Steve, that means a lot to me🙏

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  • ss
    August 18, 2023 at 4:25 pm
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    stirs thoughts and emotion. very good Vanita.

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    • Vanita HorkPost author
      August 19, 2023 at 6:01 pm
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      Thank you very much, I’m so glad you liked the poem 🙏

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    • Vanita HorkPost author
      August 23, 2023 at 12:33 am
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      Thank you so much 🙏

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