I wish, dear stranger,
you do not turn
into a friend or a foe
nor an admirer or a beau.
Coz with you
I can wear
my heart on my sleeve
open up, and/or grieve.
Without the trap
familiarity brings
I’m free of prejudice
Or of hurt and stings.
With you, oh stranger,
I find quiet comfort
in the rawness of candour
sans bias or slurs.
So don’t ever turn
into a friend or a foe
Just stay a stranger
so we thrive and grow
without the corruption
of wants or of desires
that kinships bring
making us fools or liars.