The Open Door of My Life

I saw the life of sadness, And the life of grief. I myself don't know, What the open door is ? I asked my mighty God, To give me handful of suggestions. Which would lead me, To the open door. There was no response, I became unworthy and sad, Whether I could know, About the open door. I asked all the people in my way, About the open door; But no one knows the - Feelings of the open door. I decide with open mind, To step into the open door. To see whether it gives me, Life of happiness or the dark days of sorrow. I stepped into it, A light of colors; Flashed into my eyes, When I opened my eyes to greet the world. The world was beautiful , But only a land of greenery. I was abandoned to enjoy; The happiness of life and to take part in religious matter. I an the widow and will be a widow, Until the course of my life. Surviving many difficulties of injustice, But I can't step into the open door of my life. I will never be a part of ones life, And will be avoided by everyone. And offer a certain time I will be, In my God's feet to see the open door ; Once again in my life for the last time.