The Door
She came knocking
on my door
but I did not open it.
Again and again she knocked
yet ,I remained silent.
At last the knocking stopped.
Then, I opened the door
but ,she was not around.
The way she came calm,
the bamboo grove
beside stood still.
One day ,once more
one may come
and knock on my door.
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