The house is locked
but I can see you
I know You are there
I can see the
reef of light
through the

Doors all closed
in this dark
chilling night
no one on the Road
except a Soul
on seeing the
doors closed,
knocks the doors
of his own soul

And the thunders whisper
Welcome back
no one is there
these are all
worldly affairs
they throw
a squeezed lime
in the bin,
though they may
have been
your kin

So lit the
Light of your Soul
so bright that these
Closed doors
open to let
the ruck follow the
light you lit
on these chilled times..........

by K B Manchanda

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