Stranger In His Own Town
By Ashraf Gohar Goreja
He is a lost stranger in his own town
A town that keeps life awake
And takes loving souls far way
From the valleys of deep slumber
Dearest one converge to dearest one
But he, though lived here for centuries
Greeted by none.
An ocean of people
Chatters, laughters and depressed soul
Longing, tearing, depleted eyes,
Thoughts belonging to memories of golden days
What a pequliar world persisted around him
Which he could never dare to chase.
In the arid land, we see firece smiles
Floks throwing on each other
When passing by in busy streets
Glamorous and stylish etiquattes
Delicate, cultured manners
Prevail in the air of falsity
As he lives in town of fals enchanters.
Copyright: December 23, 2003
Ashraf Gohar Goreja