Stranger – Bombay, December 2002

A stranger from a strange land

Took a stranger by the hand.

Mysteries are never planned

Don’t try to see or understand.

Flow with me and I’ll take you places,

I will open your mind and delete your spaces.

And without another breath or word

She swept her up unseen, unheard.

Days would die before they found their feet,

Different and unusual ways to greet.

Imagination turns dull when reality is a treat

And two beloved strangers finally meet.                 

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