She waited on the threshold
Unable to tap at the door
Tap where? No door to behold
Between two hearts’ closed corridors!
She didn’t call out to him loud
May be she wanted dared not
He too could have called her in
Strange! That he couldn’t imagine!
A door open to openness
Would have served out a lot better
Where they could have exited
And entered alike as they liked...
Your title says it all. I think of the old saying, 'Love is not love 'till you give it away'. Very poignant. 10, for you. Best regards, Sandra
A very symbolic poem.... poetic rendezvous featured...nice....10
a fantastic poem in which the powerful emotions are portrayed beautifuly and with great elegance 10+++
I really like this, and the way the simple truth is arrived at, without any theatrics.
ohh yes, a lovely poem. very true. tackles the awkwardness very well. loved it. simple and straight-forward. thank you.
A very novel way of presenting.......I feel it is more Indian; may not be a not much known style to the west.........so good to read.......something like Kannadaasan's or our Telugu Atreya's song......
This is heart felt and pensive writing Kesav. Communication is the key to open the door. Much wisdom here... 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ! ! What a profound poem, great representation here...fantastic as always! ! ! From the start i have read your poems, you never fail to amuse me with your brilliance in creativity and cleverness of your lines! ! !