don’t knock, says the shadow of a grave
i will not give way
even if you remove all the weeds
around the place
do not tell me,
i have to understand
and anticipate
what is that which you crave
dont knock, says the shadow of a grave
i have seen it all
with equifinality, certitude and in jest
the hope, faith and love that you trust
will let you , after all, pave
the path of all those
who come to your door
without knocking,
without assuming
that shadows are your surety
in the game of chance
what if you donot have spears, and
are termed a knave