Strangers

Though we might have met by a chance
Let us walk together on this unknown path
Without saying anything, and just carrying
Our individual loneliness in our hearts.
I won't hum my poems, which, I think
Give me identity, you too don't say a word
About that which identifies you.
Let us walk on as ever-flowing moments
Which don't have any identity of their own.
Let us see whether by becoming strangers
To our so-called worldly identity
We can find our true self, pure as light.

Β© Poet Deshο»Ώ
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