Once I met a stranger, a nice one
Talking to him was really fun
But he used to say if he could get a gun
His work in life will be done.
I told him, he was really great
But he used to argue, Check-mate!
We argued till it was late
But he never gave up the hate.
He said loneliness is the end
But being a teacher can’t the rules he bend?
He said money is the trend
But wounds, does money mend?
I don’t know if he wants to be good
But if he tried he could
Leave alone the past, move forward he should
You are still a stranger under dark black hood.
Aditi Khandelwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-a-stranger/
