Doors with blank stares and contrived promises to keep away strangers
Surreptitiously communicate their travails throughout the busy days
Strangers with unrecognisable faces look through them with revulsion
Intrusive beings do not care about the symbolism of privacy
Yet, they extravagantly draw an ambitious imagery from arrogant thoughts
Leasing out to ridiculous minds that can articulate lies with conviction
Occupying the spaces with disdain and following them with destruction
Doors are flung after being unhinged mercilessly from the frames
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
I’m glad my front door is closed, this poem made me shiver – it’s far better to have the balcony doors flung open, with sunset’s cool wind wafting in…
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🙂 Kim, now you have balanced this and calmed the metaphor here with the last line. Some realities portrayed through poetry can be unsettling, I agree.
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