Written piece
Perfect Sranger
Farhana Hossain Maria
Bangladesh
About this piece
This sonnet is written from an experience in general. Many of us sometimes think of certain ones as perfect, knowing very little about them. But in actuality, they are probably totally different. A person can never be understood truly by the image they show to the outside world.
At the very first glance on last December,
I judge and admire.
Observing the side shown in front of the amber,
Björn like charm and attire!
Like one of the most perfect ones I knew out there.
Staring for minutes and didn't know when it became an hour,
Took them to the list of my appreciation that's rare.
Like a fragment of nostalgia I had to know yet, felt newer.
But then, my consciousness reminded myself,
To feel the need of going down the rabbit hole much.
The more I learnt, the more I felt like–is it elf?
And my blood was all melting ice soon on this March.
They seem comforting from the outside like an old work of paint.
But they have another face to show hiding behind the saint.