O Stranger Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I could not see you O stranger
You are permanent resident here.

I am wandering the poor traveller
For a purpose that I do not know
And also I could not hear you
For the ego that engulfed me.

I could not tell a word that has
Fragrance of truth and that is fair
The way that lead me is nor proper
On the stair and I do not care.

O stranger, Where are you I am here
Not matching with anything and
Going back and back in my thought
And action that has contradiction.