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The Door

Doors open,
doors close 
doors after doors life has to cross .
Some doors are like way to your parent's heart,
Which the moment you approach recognize your footsteps and automatically open even before you think to knock. 
While others are like hard task master's attitude ,
more than you they understand and fortell what your footfalls indicate success or failure,
Thus at these doors you yourself have no particular say,
here either you fair well or are shown the way out.
Multifarious are these doors in a small life's juncture,
Some are opened for a lifetime,
While some are meant to welcome you for a short while.
But believe me whether a door is with a smile and warmth widely opened for you to pass or with a frown and contempt is slammed on your back or face,
each and every door preaches a lesson,
be it door of love, peace, hope,friendship and happiness,
or be it door of discord, tumult, dejection,  enemity or sorrow.
One should pass them all with the same zeal and heroism,
But by chance if you are at the door you worship, you, wish , you want , you dream, you desire , you care, you cherish, and above all you love the most,
 door to your one and only heaven on earth,
The door of that particular abode of your solace is pointed at, 
sadly one day be it for right or wrong reasons you are shown the way out ,
or that door of your sole dream is shut by the same  hand you trust then that's the most appropriate time for you to say adieu to all doors, windows, ventilators and crevices and build around you the indestructible impenetrable wall, 
and steadfastly wait for your turn and the Almighty's final call,
Since the doors of His blessed hall are forever open for one and all.






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