大象传媒

THE STRANGER

One sky;
Innumerable stars!
Whom I know?
Who knows me?
I am a stranger,
The stranger of the universe.

A night with bright stars,
I look little, avoid much.

Precious things never come themselves;
Never tell what they are.
We have to touch them.
They are brightly waiting for that very touch.
They are secular as well as atheists,
They are the priest of the world.
All the novel prizes will come from their heart.
They are the priests of the unknown world.

Day comes; fade into night.
Dawn and dusk witness quietly.
We are going on.
Some of us are going on;
They are going on for the stars.
In some extend all are strangers.
I am also a stranger,
The stranger of the coming years.
________
MRIDUL DAS
GHOKSADANGA
COOCHBEHAR
INDIA.

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