DOOR
The room has one door
One door
One door of a worn out run down haveli
The door is alone
The door is solitary
The door is shut and eerie quite
Has long forgotten its words it had once spoken
The door is closed
The door is locked
The door lock is rust
The lock has lost its key
The key has long been lost
The room is dark
The room holds itself upon the door
The room holds itself upon on the broken worn out run down door
With
The door lock in rust and its key lost
No one lights a lamp in the evening
In the dark room
Day time no one lives in the dark room
The dark room been long forgotten
I feel scared looking at the door
I hear
I hear funeral drum beat in my heart
I stare on and on
I stare on and on at the broken worn out run down door
The door gives me Goosebumps on my skin
I lay my ear close to the door
I hear the room wail
The room is sobbing
Sobbing suppressed in tone
Like a lost
An ancient woman lost in time
The room is vibrating
The room is drumming
In the room is storming around
Inside
Aloud in wail
The room is a widow
A widow
Decayed and exhausted
Long ago someone lived in
Now no more
Death had died its death
Death’s final death
Written by:
Dewali Deb