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I hate open doors

All my life I have had loved ones walking into the night. Some said they might not come back; some said “we shall meet again when it is time”, and then I had some who said they will be back. 

All my life I have lit candles in dark dreary nights and slept with hurricane lamps when there was storm. In the darkest hours of winter, I have burnt sleep to fuel memories of those who are gone.

I now dread open doors. They confuse me all the more. Of the handful few who squeezed in and stayed behind; I am very worried who might walk out and be gone!

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  1. ...or who might be inside waiting for you to come in.

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  2. DID YOU CHECK CROSS VENTILATION . IT MIGHT WORK BRO

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  3. "Everything happens for a reason, everything that has happened, is for the best, everything that is happening is for the best and everything that will happen is also for the best."

    Why worry about unseen 'tomorrows' and let the blessings of 'today'go unnoticed?

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  4. Rajesh,
    You've got all the elements of good poetry in these few lines. Very, very well done. Many thanks for doing it.
    Jerral

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