The Door Closed Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

I can hear
a cry, so loud
perhaps of a child
in close proximity.

Sure,
somewhere here
in the room
so deep and dark.

At some door
a sound
of knocking hard
again and again
I can hear
You may not!

Nothing clear
when asked
he insists
indicating a door, shut
hardly could I see
but, he was told about
so strong
can not be wrong.

The address he says
still puzzles me
as he cries louder
he says
a lip luxuriant
and arrogant
at the door mentioned
shakes her head at him
ridiculously
the door opens not.

The more I try console him
the more he cries louder
the address
can not be wrong
he claims
the door
can not be closed.

He left top job
in the bank promisingly
precious,
refused ticket
for election
from the party so popular
didn't go for
hunting with friends
so charming.

His love, so passionate
assured him
togetherness for ever
he had to leave
on the way
The love,
who'd dance
in tune of his song
He repents.

I can hear
a cry, so loud
perhaps, of a child
becomes louder and louder.

The door never opens.
I'd show him
the door, another
in dark to try
But,
where.....?
Do I know?
Who Knows? ? ?