I knock at the door, <br />of the hearts of people I come across. <br />Some open and share, <br />Some discard and humiliate. <br /> <br />Is there anyone, <br />who will plunge in the depth of my heart, <br />and take out whatever he finds. <br />All that is there, <br />might be only stones and scars and thorns. <br /> <br />But is there anyone, <br />who will cherish them as a lost treasure, <br />making it his own. <br /> <br />I am still knocking, <br />at the hearts <br />of people I adore.<br /><br />Sarvesh Kulkarni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/search-16/
