Doors

Number of reasons

May break the Music

Of soften heart.                                                   

Waiting somewhere

In the crowd 

Emptied then.

Letters left written

On the hanging 

Whirlpool.

Where web

Narrating stories

The closed windows 

Of the open rooms.

It might

Stand straight or shattered 

On the shelves

that open the door of grave. 

                                                                                                                SMRITI THAKUR