Door
When she knocked on my door,
I did not open it
Again and again ,
She knocked.
After the knocking stopped
I opened the door
to let her in.
Then she had already gone.
The path she took hushed and still,
the bamboo grove beside it
stood silently.
She may come one day
after long and knock
on my door again,
But I cannot. say
whether I will open it.
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2020
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