The Door - Desire
The door felt it was better to stay open
And let as much air as possible come in
Along with the air the handsome grin
Of the fragrance we left in childhood
We have to pass down-to-earth day
Job and home and job and job again
Silky birds do come and call all in vain
Woods and hillocks are quite far away
The other day the yellow taxi called me
But I lacked in responding adequately
The bird felt wounded and flew away
The nest wept alone the whole day
Nowadays the doors are insisting
To be left open to receive letters
Mails and calls that keep ringing
Getting rid of rubbish fetters
The doors are restless to let the air in
And take a deep breath in lifting the chin
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Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2015
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