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Stranger on His Own Land

Poetry By: Rahula Lama

A insight on man's deception towards other people. It describes how indifferent we are to other people. The poem reflects on man's struggle against othe people - and especially against himself. The poem dreams on a world where all people are one in spirit and one in voice.

Submitted:Aug 9, 2007    Reads: 116    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


by rado gatchalian

the Word says we are all the same:

but as I travel on the train

i know

we are all strangers -

walking on our own possessive garments;

each mind - away from


silence, tears, isolation -

each man is a god of unknown


the eye meets the eye

but we see a face of a lost child

the ears hear various voices

but words - altered and void

we keep on coming and going,

searching and losing:

some may cross the village unseen by time

others venture on a land where no names are known

few will visit a temple of purple and brown

many will stay in a place they do not want

the day when these carriages

can no longer carry our burden -

i will bear the cross on my own,

and live on mountains where everyone is welcome.


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