Deepak Manchanda of Delhi

Rookie - 1 Points (Sep 5 / Ludhiana, Punjab)

My Office Has Many Doors - Poem by Deepak Manchanda of Delhi

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My office has many doors
Doors
Doors that open
Doors that do not
Doors that jam
Close, and do not open

Doors
Doors that are wide
Doors that are not
Doors, like narrow slots
Thin, cannot open anymore
Doors for every floor
Metallic, to lift
Glass
Wood
And brassy knobs

Doors, doors
For every floor
Doors that swing
Others that revolve
Those that are opened
For some
Others that unlock
Rest of the flock

Doors
Behind I leave the last, to see
There, up above
A window
And in it, smiling

The face I love.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem was composed by me in March 1980 when I was a junior member of a large MNC.

Comments about My Office Has Many Doors by Deepak Manchanda of Delhi

  • Rookie - 127 Points Allemagne Roßmann (9/9/2012 1:20:00 PM)

    Doors are many-choices are on hands of individual...well said here (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Www. Poemhunter.com/m-d-dinesh-nair-2 (9/3/2012 9:31:00 AM)

    It appears like that the face you love is made for you alone and we remain running around the false images of these roads yet to open.. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,149 Points Unwritten Soul (8/26/2012 4:41:00 AM)

    That's good to have many doors, many options and many solutions...a plan for back up plans
    stuck one still has others stuck all hmmm can we use windows? hahahaha joking! _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2012



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