Inside Closed Fist Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

Inside closed fist
nothing was there
You didn't assure
either.
Elbow and knees
to bleed wounded
after so much confidence
was my blunder.
Never was it your game plan,
to every door
a key separate
at the last door
You would be there,
Was born of my
simple arithmatic brain
no way was your concern.
Every petal was wonderful
Had I take this granted
I would not wander elsewhere
With so much pain
I would not suffer.