Knock... Poem by Pooja Chakravarti

Every knock on the door,
Makes my heart beat,
You will come to the doorstep,
The eyes hope,

These anonymous winds of mine,
It is said in the ears,
I have touched him and come,
whose memories haunt you,

When I face the mirror,
The mirror tells me,
How can I show you that face?
The one who lives in your heart,

These heavy clouds from me,
They say loudly,
You have become like us,
whose dreams turn into tears

-By Pooja Chakravarti