Knock, knock
Who’s there?
It’s me the breeze
Want to caress your cheeks.
Knock, knock
Who’s there?
It’s me the full moon, roll up the blinds
Want to flood you with my silver light.
Knock, knock
Who’s there?
It’s me the pigeon, want you to know
I understand what its like to feel low.
Knock, knock
I just listen to tick tick of the clock.
Swallow some bile.
Don’t answer for a while.
It was very very still.
Got up to take a pill.
Felt I was not alone.
Stopped to moan.
He stood with his kind eyes.
I smiled, Lord a real good try…
WOW..I just love this, Mamta..I particularly love your last line. thank you for sharing your thoughts.. Shalom, Meggie
It’s me the pigeon, want you to know I understand what its like to feel low. sometimes back i also wanted to say this to an indian woman-from australia--she only made me a criminal...... she also said 'just wait'--and i waited w/o understanding that there is a term just before her wait.......
you feel something and tell it..tell differently...then make others feel your words...that's a poet real good poem Mamta...talks to the reader heart straight...10
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I would like to translate this poem
This one glitters with your charm. Only you could have penned it. We are never really alone, are we? Warm wishes, Sandra