Somebody knocks gently
At the door of my hushed heart.
‘Who is there? ’ I ask,
But get no reply in return.
When I open the door
Only view a light shadow
Receding slowly far from me.
I know not when comes
And when goes that shadow,
Still it feels very close to me.
Sometimes I refrain myself
From opening the door,
Lest that would disappear.
But I can’t stop my curiosity
Wish to discern the identity.
Finally I realize the truth;
That is none but my own shadow.
My shadow, its a very nice poem, thought. It shows the recognization to your self.
recognizing self is an arduous task, almost unachievable. great thought, Suman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved the distinct soft note of the poem- very apt to deal with the theme. suppose you did not undo the mystery at the end?