23h
Among thousands of faces passing by Bearing the same name: human
But no longer knowing each other
This city grows tall
Touching the dark sky
We are busy building towers
Forgetting to build bridges And here,
I am still waiting for you At the same stop
Even though I know the train will no longer stop
On a worn track We have become strangers
Even to myself Who every morning pretends To be the version the world wants
But no longer knowing each other
This city grows tall
Touching the dark sky
We are busy building towers
Forgetting to build bridges And here,
I am still waiting for you At the same stop
Even though I know the train will no longer stop
On a worn track We have become strangers
Even to myself Who every morning pretends To be the version the world wants
"We Have Become Strangers" is a succinct and deeply relatable elegy for human connection in the 21st century. It suggests that our greatest poverty is not material but emotional and spiritual. The poem doesn't offer a solution but serves as a crucial mirror, forcing the reader to confront the ways in which they, too, might be building towers instead of bridges, and in the process, have become a stranger to others and to themselves.
(44/M/Indonesia)
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