The Knock
So sick and cold I lay in the bed,
As old and feeble I loll there tired,
Sprawling on the bed a knock was heard,
So tiny but clear I heard that sound.
With much difficulty I woke from the bed,
Walked to the door with much animosity,
With futility the door was opened,
Seeing nobody, I mourned and returned.
Again I heard the same little knock,
Again I jumped and plod to the door,
Again the door was opened in vain,
Again came back mourning to the bed.
This continues for so many times,
Till I found the reason for the knock,
Knock was not at the door, I fancied,
The truth is in my beating little heart.
Like the knock that which we searched outside,
Searching the God, in hill and dale,
He is searched in books and heaven,
And searching him in temples and churches.
At last the search will be completed in vain,
And come back to there from where we started,
Then we sure will realize the truth
That, I'm he and he is I.
Date of Entry : 29/02/2020
Contest Entered :STRAND CHOICE A,any form,any theme
Date contest judged : 09/04/2020
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