hi... poetry....titled as STRANGER Born with fisted hands.. i was looking at the strangers smiling on me, knew them..smiled on them too and make them laughed.. Grown up... i knew the strangers...i belived them but i was left alone as stranger cried desperately... heartache,failures.disappointment all in one go.. success eluded me as..i was unknown prayed to almighty...no answer waited for dawn to dusk... went thru pillar to post...still not escaped the loneliness , the isolation from the happy moments.. i was unknown to them.... now i love my solitude..........being with myself as stranger too rohit astroguru26
