THE DOOR

Just a boundary,

To demarcate a distance,

Moments await on either side,

Some with craving, some after perseverance.

The latch is created by us,

To reserve an identity,

The helpless, the hapless,

Need not care for the fraternity.

 We long for an open door,

Where love needs to express,

Fortitude awaits the lock to slip off,

Where claims wait for success.

We await a plethora of understandings,

Conscience deciphers the knocks,

The boundaries of perception lose significance,

 To throw open doors from their locks.