A Knock At Silence Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

It is you who are knocking
At my silence, you seem reading
The worn out pages of my fascination
Which have just strewn
From the manuscript of my silence.

On the half opened door
Of my thoughts fondness bears
Some questions,
And intends to say something to you,
Might be it
You apart away without listening,
And my questions
Might not find the answers,
So the inscription of my silence
Might remain incomplete with no caption.

Years ago perhaps you visited me
As you have done now
But I do not know why my sentiments
Could not recognize you.

Now when after years
You have visited me again,
I am searching the same sight
In my half opened eyes,
And making efforts to recognize you
At the moment of knock at my silence,
And those hands that left placing
A bouquet of red roses,
On my dusty table.