Chain of Strangers (2005)

 Its a strange feeling, what a men feels;
 As the queen of time gently steals,
 Precious moments from living clusters- 
While he carries a chain of strangers. 

Each link has been painfully forged, 
As reminders of his social bonds; 
Thus his divine protests by nemesis is gagged- 
For he carries a chain of strangers. 

Each link reminds him of a human face, 
Whom, he was aware, he did not embrace. 
For he could not stand those dry tears- 
Thus, now he carries a chain of strangers. 

As frequent faces he knew them well, 
But their design, he could hardly tell. 
By hope's stabs bled his heart so tender, 
For, he was destined to carry the chain of strangers. 

Although mighty cynical it may seem,
Bonds destroy creative human dream. 
Intellect thus devoured by this lurking danger; 
Makes him carry the chain of strangers. 

Like fishes fancy of knowing the waters well, 
Before they are, by human nets quelled. 
Those beings he knew in such a measure, 
Before he thus dragged, the chain of strangers. 

Alone like others, he was severed from the chord, 
While he struggled to utter the maternal word. 
If alone he would rest, like all of God's creatures, 
Then why does he hunch beneath the chain of strangers? 

Ironic thus, is the circle of life, 
Lonesome arrivals ending likewise. 
Its the very middle posing these dangers, 
Forcing him to carry the chain of strangers. 

He reaches the final gate- a prisoner in chains 
Of iron, smelted in irony of human pains. 
Thus from futility rises another being of anger, 
Who forever will carry, the chains of a stranger...