The stranger
Whom I understand
When he is shallow
Callous and audacious
When I tend to justify
This victim of stimulus
His shut eyes on a mirror
His abseiling down my soul
When I try to replicate him
It is perhaps too late
For the string is for long severed
I have nothing to evict myself
From the permanent tenant .
A drop of stain sowed within
Can tinge the entire water .
Shimla
9.4.23
00.07 hrs
2059
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