Raindrops

Knocking on the door of my heart,

The door which I shut…after you left……….
And enclosed and trapped all that I had for you.
No one was allowed to peep in,
As the only window of this house
opened once… and then was closed forever.

My house became a Home…

…..
…..
I was grateful to you.

But you were a drifting kind

And couldn’t bear a abode.
And one day you were gone, leaving my home.
Never I tried to lit the darkness,
There was fire of my dead emotions.

The fire still burns but without glow.

It keeps me warm.
Will I open the door once again for you to come in?
Yes, I will
And will not make you warm.

So ye raindrops wait a little more

The door is going to open soon
To be closed
Forever.
January, 1999.