Strangers All

People people everywhere
not a friend in sight
laughter, look and talk we share
strangers all, each so trite

Who is friend and who a foe
all are strangers here
people born, high or low
none to none is dear

Living here and dying too
heaven and hell we know
but none on this earth grew
with purity of feeling endowed

Strangers all, strange each thing
we don't know any around
how can we know another being
our own with strangeness abounds!

~Upasna Jain~

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