Third Prize-Poetry Contest- A Stranger

 

 

”Why O’ why, I feel disheartened ‘n dispirited, I hole up, snivel, sob ‘n cry 

He was a stranger, how can he rattle me so, unsettle my earth ‘n my sky 

Extraneous ‘n expendable his existence, he was left to rot, left high ‘n dry 

Had a lesser god devised his world, a lesser mother birthed him perhaps, I sigh”

 

Read the whole poem here:

https://supriyasbanter.com/a-stranger/

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