Closed Doors Poem by Naheed Virk

Closed Doors

Doors, bound by the weight of endless years,
Do they yield to a soft, pleading knock?
And if they do,
The rusted, weary wood
Murmurs its protest in sorrowful cries—
A silence fractured,
Echoes drifting, lost in the abyss.

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