And then <br />There comes a day <br />when one passes the other <br />as one among the crowd <br /> <br />Come one may <br />as a polite guest <br />gently knocking <br />at the walls of the heart <br /> <br />The politeness leads <br />to little closeness <br />and then to occupying the heart <br />something similar to <br />fanon's theory of colonialism! <br /> <br />There comes a day <br />once again in a different way <br />where the knock fades into thin air <br />and the foolish heart <br />keeps hearing every sound <br />as that gentle knock <br />that still reverberates the walls <br /> <br />And when the foolishness <br />gives a hard stare <br />into the now empty eyes <br />that's when the ground under the feet <br />caves in as if an earthquake <br /> <br />Easier to realize the foolishness <br />difficult to come to terms!<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colonialism-of-the-heart/
