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L’etranger

Where is your calling?

Why can’t I hear your voice
From any corner of this limitless world?

Can you see me?
Living in pieces
Body and Soul
Half-made
Waiting to be
Jigsawed whole
By the pieces of you.

Why don’t you
Send a message
Written into a paperboat
In the chance of it
Washing to my shores.

Oh, stranger
My words here
Are a signal
From the lighthouse.

The Red beams
Night and Day
But, where’s your ship?

Loneliness is the most enduring capital.

Mine is continually preyed upon.

Why don’t you come and feed on my joy instead?

Devotee to Master
Guardian to Child.

[Based on “Ae Ajnabee” (Oh, Stranger)
by Gulzar]

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Writer, Blogger, Kate Bush Fanatic

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