Poem -
Shuttered
Unknown faces few,
Through the glass window panes
Peep in now and then, unsure;
The windows which often remain
Shuttered in the rooms
Of my every consciousness.
Wonder why those shutters
These days, without any touch
Nor any breeze, keep knocking
All on their own.
I see no one, when I force
And latch them shut again, silent.
Thereāre times in between the silences
When the fleeting shadows of
The same unknown faces return, peepĀ in;
And despite all latches,
Those shuttered windows once again,
Begin to knock all by themselves.
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Comments
It's always both enlightening and bewildering to get a glimpse into the mind of another.
When that other is a fine poet;Ā it can also be intriguing, enriching and beguiling.
And you, sir, are a very fine poet.
J ;)
Shukriya so much Jason for finding the time to read and your really generous review of my work. Am truly humbled and sincerely appreciate it. :)