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 ____________________________________