Poetry

Locked door

They tell me that I love too much

Forever falling and rising

Like the waves at the shore

But you only wish to know me

Like the mystery of the locked door

There is a calm inside the sea

Waves seen by those

Who come and go.

What can I claim to be

Or who can know me

Better than myself

Because none of them dared to stay

To see the vastness

Of the marine galaxy

Only come back to peek again

The silence of the locked door.

~Namita Satija

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