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I stand alone
On the step outside- Laughter drifting through closed doors. I knock and wait For an invitation That does not come. Sometimes I take a breath, Paint on a smile; Push the door And step on through Uninvited. They fill the awkward pause With token nods Then turn back To clustered castes I cannot join. Stranger, Intruder, Crash-landed In a Babel land of Culture clash Full of alien words Incomprehensible, Theirs and mine. I stand alone.
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