A Friendly Stranger
We call “not familiar faces” strangers - But when we call a person A stranger - we plant a seed strangeness in him That was my manager People called him a strange - they added another fear in me “He’s strict, new and a stranger too”. My pulse rate enhanced When I was introduced to him He looked through me I felt, I missed a beat To realize later, I misses the beat In his Rhythm in his look. I realize now the message behind his look He was looking all these years For that person; people mistook him “A new manager with a fiery look” Today we are no longer strangers Familiar faces, friendly looks Now I look through his eyes to know What I'm - Do I appeal to him? A little touch of care and attention Is all, what it made, the change in me. Now heaven is a place on earth for me.