Strangers

Published December 21, 2011 by sidmary

There are strangers all around me:

Right and left and front.

They are with me when they feel like it,

They are with me when I am alone.

For what is a stranger, oh friend?

It is a person you don’t know.

So I ask myself if I know myself,

Who I am. And the answer is no.

What then do I know of others:

Acquaintances and family and friends?

When I know that somewhere deep in them,

They are strangers to themselves!

Thus there are strangers all around me.

Me to myself, and they to their own.

And when a person does not know himself,

How will the others know?

 

Sidra Maryam

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