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“Let`s greet everybody with love,
We know not when and in what shape
We may meet the Almighty Lord.”-By Author
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                                       The Door of Uncertainty

                    Midnight hours have just chimed on my wall clock
                          Woeful wild winds are whirling on roof tops 
                       The sky shrouded with seams of darkish frocks
                          Does not cease to cascade torrential drops;

                           Often times roaring thunders dull my ears
                            Lightning flashes dazzle the window panes
                           Spreading splashes of simmering dark fears
                               Down the frail aisle of my senile veins.

                            Slashed with sharp stinging pains I lie abed 
                                 In the languid loneliness of my room
                                   With my life tacitly tied to a thread
                               Awaiting to be lured by ghosts of doom;

                          Soon I sense hearing three knocks at the door,
                                 Who can this be at this untimely time!
                             I wonder, such sounds never heard before,
                        These could, I deem, just be some distant chimes.

                         The knocks on the door reach my ears once more,
                              Hardly I can move with back sore with pain,
                                    Yet pulling up my spirit to the core  
                              I try to reach for the door with much strain.

                                   Leaning against walls of the corridor
                                 I trudge to the door of the living room
                                   Where is lighted a little lamp of yore
                              That lightly tampers darkness of the gloom.

                                    Is anyone at the door, I murmur,
                               One, twice, thrice I enquire, but in vain,
                               No reply, but the winds` woeful whispers
                             On the gutters and the neighbouring plains.

                               Wild waves of uncertainty gnaw my mind,
                               Can it be a thief, come to steal my worth
                                 Can it be Hades` herald, I need to find  
                              As bells can knell soon for me to quit earth.

                                  With a sigh of fear, I unlock the door
                                   But can notice no soul on the terrace,
                                Soon a suffering sparrow greets the floor
                             From the door head seeking care and solace.

                                Despite my frail health I admit the bird
                                 Through the failing door of uncertainty
                                 Dispense care until it can join its herd
                                     Extend to it my humble courtesy.

                              Oft and anon, the bird roosts on the door 
                                 To sing its sweetish song of gratitude,
                                The splash of human gesture to adore
                                     And bestow on me its beatitude.

                                    The door of wavering uncertainty
                             Has proved for me to be the gate of bliss
                             That with steadfast, unswerving certainty
                                 Just for a day I shall not like to miss.
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