It is you,
you who has to fill the gap,
close the void.
And it is inside,
all of it.
Enough.
You think it is empty
and at first we see
it is,
but only because
you keep painting over the door,
painting it camouflage,
so that your mind's eye
cannot see it,
because if it is seen
it must be opened.
But now the door knocks,
knocking at itself.
Hear it.
See it.
Open it.
light.
A contest entry
- a knock at the door ... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended May 12, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I love the journey of your muse..an intrtiguing and very enlightening at the same time..well done my friend...
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Nicely done. It is amazing how people can camaflouge a problem or a solution to avoid dealing with an issue.
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