The Old Man In My Door Way Poem by bakuli bhakali

The Old Man In My Door Way



It was ten at night
I was half asleep and half awake
Struggling hard to put my worries away
I heard somebody
Knocking
Through half open door
I peeped out
To see who
An old man stands there
Though it’s rare
I didn’t care
To ask
Why?
I just saw a man
A threat
Before it’s too late
I closed the door
And paused to hear his steps
Five…ten…fifteen minutes passed
But he didn’t knock again
Next morning
While sweeping
I found my long lost bag
With a tag
“I just came to return what was yours”

Saturday, November 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fear,friend,humanity,love,prejudice
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
[Dedicated to every friend whom I despised but they reached me every time I needed
And to the friend I did not recognize but he existed]
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