Are these your steps still sounding hard on the stair?
Wondering if you are knocking on the door
Have I ever flawed, am I so unaware?
Yet I feel all the time, you might come once more
The wind I hear piercing and mocking at me
The breeze, it seems as cruel and cold as he
The knock remarking that it is you who came
Loving me to sleepless nights was it a game?
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Divya Venkateswaran works with a renowned education services company in Mumbai. She is passionate about music, reading and writing. Her stories are published in Times of India (internet) under Soul Curry section. She has contributed her articles, poems and stories in many anthologies. Her love for reading has got the better of her and she reviews upcoming authors. Whenever she finds time, she loves to listen to old Hindi movie songs, classical music and read Indian authors.
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Yes, reading such poems are a pleasure. Very cerebral and therefore very though provoking.