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 has the walkway through me.

-Aafrin Damani