Someone's heart-door shuts <br />And the song of life never comes out. <br />Someone mutters <br />But it's voiceless <br />And in the feverish air <br />That never travels to her <br />Unless a great force. <br />Oh! It's a gloomy Sunday <br />The unusual bench in the park <br />Waits for a stranger to chat. <br />But the park gate was closed <br />As the gate-keeper lost his bunch of keys <br />After a nightcap. <br />A handsome beggar found the keys in an early morning <br />At the tavern door step <br />And he thinks he could enter the Kingdom of Heaven. <br /> <br />* All the time I feel that someone knocks at my door, <br />And I peep out but nobody's there. <br />I have heard that the death has a habit of knocking at doors?<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/someone-72/
