The Door

That dark night when there was no cold or fog,

When one only heard the faint barks of some wild street dog,

I could see only you below, from the window in my room,

Let’s say one of the perks of not sleeping too soon.

Running down the steps excited and almost tripping,

I remember holding my robe with my heart fast beaping,

I ran for the door to welcome you in,

Nervous yet frightened that this was some big sin.

With my cheeks fast against the door, and my eye right in the hole,

I tried to get a better glimpse of what I saw sometime before.

Although small, the picture was now clear,

This was definitely not a creature to fear.

It was a young maiden at the door; promise I had never seen her before,

But her voice that described the beauty in her was just too very familiar to hear.

Knocking patiently at my door, it seemed she carried a message to deliver,

But whatever it was she wanted to say, I knew I wasn’t gonna give her way.

When I woke up next morning, the message became all too clear,

I heard the voice in me again and just froze with fear.

It was the voice of my heart I heard the previous night,

And suddenly realized what I had done was just not right.

I had completely sealed my heart’s true interests and feelings

And was running blindly behind what the entire world was doing.

To think there are so many more out there, just like me made me sore,

Who are locking their true and faithful maidens out their heart’s door.

                                                                                                                                Abishek Suresh.