Door
When she knocked on my door
I did not open it
Time and again she knocked.
After the knockings stopped
I opened the door
to let her in.
Then she had already gone.
The path she came was quiet,
the bamboo grove beside
stood silently.
She may come
after long and knock
on my door again.
But I dont know
whether I shall open it.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2020
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