Lastnight Too Poem by Neela Nath Das
Lastnight Too
When the moon came down
with its faded light,
darkness about to depart
with no sign of wonder.
I heard the knock...
One, twice, thrice..
It was shaking my door.
My window-glass
was stirring,
for the knock
was hard and I couldn't
sleep anymore.
Perhaps it happens everyday,
in deep sleep can't listen,
he comes and knocks
something wants to say.
Last night, the caress of
the moon, made me awake.
I'm not far from
the door of my heart.
My road isn't two.
Whatever, I want to,
never I can't do.
The knocking
goes and goes.
It's neither of friend
nor of foes.
But a fear which
shivers my pure soul,
makes me stay away
from opening the door.
Last night too,
I heard the knock,
but, scared I couldn't
open the door.
Oh dear... too scary. I would be getting the ghost whisperer in. Hope you get a good night sleep to night,
10+++++. great poem. you must open it. Enjoy life scared to death. Wooooooooooooo!
I'm not far from the door of my heart/// so poetical! ! ! An excellent poem
My dear friends thanks a lot for kind comments.Spirit, I'm not professional poet.But I love to scribble like this.
MAy be it would be fear instead of any knock, about the conflict which going on in ur mind continuously intentionally or unintentionally...well as far poem is concern it sounds great & scary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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If I hear such a knock and knows that it is repeated every night, I won't be able to sleep and I am certain to develop insomnia! A scary experience! !