I hear a stranger knocking at my door
There is an awaiting adventure, I do not wish to explore.
My heart trembles with fear
As I foresee a story yet to unfold.
The last time I loved,
I lost and was left alone.
I still remember aching with that excruciating pain
Tears flooding my eyes like torrential rains.
But no one really cared
I felt left alone and so sad.
With time my bruises are healed.
The scars of fraud I have learnt to conceal.
Yet again now, I hear a known sound,
Go O’ stranger go,
For this time I will not answer the door.
This poem was written/submitted by Varsha.