Poem By RAJ NANDY
We rest secure behind bolted doors,
And lock all doors on our way out;
Through doors we are ushered in,
As a new born infant, or to leave in a
Doors like our open arms, can invite to
But a door when slammed on the face, -
Ceases forever to communicate!
That ‘welcome’ foot mat you see in
Is for wiping your shoes full of dirt!
For when we shut the doors of our heart,
Even doors left ajar, - will forever hurt!
02 Mar 09