Yet Again the Door Is Being Knocked
Yet again the door is being knocked
For ages it’s been closed
Who is there?
The Sun looks down
Breeze Halts!
Tulips raise their heads
But the Cascade___still singing like an indifferent Bee
Knock___ knock___ Knock!
How persistent the knocking is!!
But who is there?
Its light from the peepholes
Enlightens the valley
Fills the Tulips with Joy
Old Cider tree opens its eyes
Sheds away with one jerk of its head
All the dead leaves
Pale, sick and dried
Concealing for a while
Image of the orange sitting sun in the cascade!
At once, Gigantic Mountain roars in panic,
The sun closes its eyes,
Breeze hides away in a dark cave,
Tulips are now harming themselves in despair,
For the light is fading
I can hear sound of the feet going away
There is but No more knocking…
It’s dark now!
Tiny little moon is waiting for the stars to shine
The valley is silent
But the cascade and distant wolves
And somewhere far behind the Forbidden Forest
The door is still closed…
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