A KNOCK ON MY DOOR
A simple knock
on my door and I wish it were you,
A single tab
or a clap and I run to see it is who?
I break through my books pining for
your looks,
I set on the hinge’s knob to turn my
wishes true!
I look aside my
side and beside my every side,
But find each
side blank and a shock to my wounded pride.
The dazzle of eyes shades my shabby
sighs,
It smashes some veins within and I
hear the silent cries.
This cry is of
the pain that begets at once in vain,
I know you
hurt me not still I wrench like slain.
The cracking of one’s hopes is like
breaking of golden Rome,
Like shattering of battering domes
and burning an orphan’s home.
My hopes did
shatter as such I turned to twist my toes,
I fell upon my
bed like a dead who lost his life for a Rose.
A moment I passed or two sieving the
blued hue,
And shaking my head for I not had
opened the door for true.
But at once is
there a knock again on my door by the lock,
Now should I
open the door or should I remove the lock….?
(Composed
on 26 November 2011 @ Agartala)
