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The stranger: A poem by Lalita Vaitheeswaran

With Uncanny and arcane looks he followed
Every crossroad that I tread
Recondite and abstruse his intentions
His Queer, dark n covert  foibles I began to dread

When I’d go weak and tremble 
Before an event unforeseen 
The strange man with his disheveled looks
Would give his shoulders to lean

His weird snaggle tooth  laughter would forsee
Every trouble coming my way
He’d flex his muscles and ensure 
That every tribulation is at bay

That stranger strangely had no silhouette 
On bright ebullient sunnier days
He’d surface with brain n brawn with triumphant pride 
And hasten to  my inner self embrace

That stranger now  I see with awe n obeisance
Stays within and refuses to go
My facsimile, my doppelganger that I rever
He is my alter ego!