The door was half open
I tried to peep inside the dark room
May be someone was waiting for me to welcome
Or may be a devil was lurking inside
My step was halted
And feet were faltered
Its flip side of poetic imagination … Why Devil? May be Diva! Why Faltering? May be Feasting! ! Well poets are e’er bohemian…thanks for sharing… 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although its a short poem it holds depth. I really liked it :) thanks