She was blameless girl of the river
Away from a boat ,with passenger
Pointing something some distance.
It was not she finger was pointing.

The strange girl had no shirt on her.
She was not strange due to no shirt.
She has been a stranger until today
But she is familiar in a photo album.

There was another strange woman
Who squatted on river’s other side
As white clothed and window eyed
As grandma had been, an egg-head.

The girl and the woman both sides
Are strangers to me and each other
But river in album was their context
What made them strangely familiar.

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