He Knocked At Poem by Neela Nath Das
He Knocked At
I was in the deep domain of sleep
No dream reigned my closed eyes.
When the storm started was unknown.
I heard his voice- Open, open the door,
'I'm here your loving little bro.'
Four times he called.
First one was a request
And the rest two had the tone wrapped up
With the possessiveness, 'I'm yours bro, Why
Aren't you opening the door! ! '
I was in the realm of half consciousness
In middle of dead and alve.
When couldn't reply, his voice faded out.
He knocked to get in this world
Before leaving.
In the morning I saw the curtain of door
Tore in parts...
Missing the loving brother. This is what happens when someone you love dearly and you lose him suddenly. Touching write. Liked it.
No dream regained in deep sleep. Eyes were closed an deep domain was observed. Unknown storm was started and voice was heard easily. Loving little brother was near. In the realm of half consciousness in middle of dead and alive, this was difficult to reply. Death was truth but really mysterious. Wonderful poem is very wisely crafted in smooth manner and shared here.....10
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5/1/2024 7:08:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
unconscious mind reminds our soul to keep the memory alive and console our self through dreams- thanks for sharing a touching frame of death