She

Rumana Shaikh
Jan 27, 2017

The face of the soul,
The soul of a stranger,
The stranger that lives inside the hollow body,
The stranger that runs away from all my hidings,
The stranger I talk to when the night is quiet,
The stranger that pushes me when my feet are tired,
The stranger that dreams the dreams I never dream,
The stranger within you and within me,
Oh, how she is a part of me,
And yet she is another being,
The stranger that is more me,
Then I will ever be!

Originally published at hymnsoftreasures.blogspot.com on January 27, 2017.

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Rumana Shaikh

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