Closing the door at an inopportune moment
Life turns away from the abode to a distant land
What message it arrived with, is lost forever
Wonder, if the path would change the direction
Considering, eternity will preserve the moment
Time will not be kind enough with the decay
Disintegration is a natural trend of the journey
Who would be at the door waiting for it then?
If the abode survives the onslaught of time
Inadequate instructions prompted a choice
Lamenting behind a lifeless door about life
~Amitav