This Morning Poem by Neela Nath Das

The see-hole didn't allow
me to get in your domain.
It moved to make me frustrate
and add pain to pain.
Away, away, away from dream
has stiffened my hope,
and tightened the knots
of my thought tying with rope.
The trees, the sky, the meadow
and all lush greens take rest
in my interior corner of heart
to take a nap to bloom as the best.
This morning, the see-hole has
opened the closed but cherished door,
and I'm dancing with my thought
on the poemhunter's lovely shore.