People are rooms with doors
with opening mechanisms
and handles
round, easy, smooth
or crooked, creaky
grating harshly when they open.
some have difficulty opening
or find it hard to shut
round or polished or lean or
thick or grumpy or bright
with different knobs
and keys of unlocking secret treasures.
3 comments:
brilliant...metaphor completely fits...though it seems to me more prosaic than other poems...perhaps u intended it so...its nice
Loved the poem Shruti.
Love it :)
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