THE BROKEN DOOR
Painful human life is
deserted, left to rot,
Destiny and fate mean nothing, escort.
Fled happiness, pleasure, and laughter,
Crippled life fails to move, sadly suffers, (1)
Consolation, sympathy, a healing touch,
Broken bed crumpled life begs, search,
Left kith and kin, family accepted well,
Shadows of intoxicating memories sail, (2)
Many-fold lovely stories, fun, and smiles,
Tearful, the human, looking void, senile,
How soon time passed, a sweet home,
Blown by the terrible wind, found gone, (3)
Watches the moon and stars shed tears,
Visible blistering sun spider nets sheer,
Perforated roof, crumbling walls show,
The man contemplates, and he knows, (4)
Condemned, unprovoked, succumbed,
No chance to escape, watch, numbed,
Moss, bush, and long roots of plants,
Lost all dreams and hope life implants, (5)
Ajar, wooden door, and without paint,
Partly broken mirror, his life remnant,
Scarcely, the darkness petered out soon,
Anticipate a remote chance, revive a boon, (6)
The initial chapter of life, sweet home,
Days passed peacefully and beautifully
Soaked with the river of desires flown,
Aspired to the brave heart efforts shown, (7)
Uprooted the tree of life, astonished,
Still living in the broken home, he wished,
The broken door, sunken life thrives,
The bad dream melts, wishes survive. (viii)
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Date 22 January 2026
Themes: Shattered life ajar
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