3. Knock, Knock
Knock knock, who's there?
No one, answered, but I saw a stare.
And that's how my life met a nightmare.
~Abhipreeti Das
A/N: This poem could be seen as a mere horror poem, or as the evils of humans. It could be interpreted in several ways but if I were to explain the latter, then I would say, the narrator is either slowly sliding towards the dark or something bad, has been betrayed, or any other such negative elements. The rest depends on the readers' point of views.
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