While there is a fear of locks, they also keep away the intruders
Also, the locks have a scornful expression and stare intimidatingly
Locksmiths may know the tricks to overpower them and compel them to unlock
Crooks learn the magic too; it’s their passion to manipulate them to submission
It becomes a mechanical profession of disarming the locks
Doors become irrelevant, the disdain vanishes, they become mere scraps
Of metal bundled in the most humiliating way; thrown away afar
The owner, unaware of the pilferage, the ostentatious break-in
So many memories would have been erased by the uncouth visitors
One cannot trust the locks to prevent the deepest memories from being misappropriated?
The composition of the metal may have been feeble
Why cast aspersion on the craftsmen who shaped the locks?
The desperate trespassers must have acquired the skill to beat metal
Steal the precious memories and also the fear of locks
Only to be fitted with a heavier one next time, as a challenge