POEM
I am a door, standing strong at place, since so many years. I have seen the changes happening since the years. People who spent their childhood here, are now lost in their own world forgetting how many memories it has given them. Not only memories but also a bond, an attachment, with the surroundings. The Family also shifts to cities for a better lifestyle. But the only thing that has changed here is the people. Earlier it was a Family which stayed here but now it is only a few kids and the staff, whom I see everyday in blue uniform, with bags and bottles, some crying and some laughing. I also see people getting wood for their home, or some taking their cattle to raise. It feels very nice, when someone unlocks me. I kind of get an exercise. But more than being unlocked, I am in a still position locked, sometimes for hours but sometimes for days. Though all the problems, I am standing strong protecting the place which ha