Meeting With Oneself Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

There was at last knocking
At the door of the unknown
Whom I was eagerly waiting for
But know not how to greet

My whole life was just a thirst
A preparation for this meeting
But with a fear all along
What would happen to my ecstasy
When I am called for

There was knocking at the door
But I didn't open
And I waited till dressed up
Practiced what and how to speak
Put on the light of my eyes
Wore smile on lips
And opened the door
To my surprise no one was there
Except my shadow mocking at me.