I’m followed by a silhouette that leads me

Into strange places, I’d rather not be

Somehow, I lack the courage to speak up

By the very doubt, I’d be listened to attentively

Albeit, it means me no harm, I’m certain

And much like me, it too feels lost and abandoned     

Stranded amongst kinships turned strangers

As associates that turnabout their faces

All- who see us mostly like passing mirages    

As we stroll past their cold radiation    

Still, we smile and nod politely

Understanding their fear and insecurities

Are the dark pretensions they abhor

And they’re too blind to see…in mirrors


Poet of the Light © 2023

Photo by Ardalan Hamedani on


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