Kuninaaziz’s Poem: The stranger (Part 1)

Frustrating days on December,

Her mind was in the air,

She couldn’t figure out why,

‘Till life gave a huge punch on her face.

Fell off from the pink bike,

She was in pain inside and out,

Luckily on train and bus they rode hometown,

Unwillingly sat next to a stranger.

Turned on the MP3 until she slumbered,

She never expected what happened,

The conversation started,

Though she did not interested.

The stranger spoke and they couldn’t stop,

Until they reached the end of the journey,

The stranger went away and never said goodbye,

And she continued with her own way… in confusion.

*To be continued*