"that Glass Door"
Although I'm almost a busy person, but i still find myself staring out of "that Glass Door"
Without a fail i go to stare out of "that Glass Door"
I know not, what these tired eyes seek
But all i know is that..these dried eyes do look about and peek
Silently i devote my time on its threshold. Only a li'l noise could be heard...that is of the sighs
I see the Sun living and dying each day
and so the time keeps flying each day
Why this poem is being written, i really am not certain
Just ensure that "that Glass Door" is visible to me and never falls a Curtain
Staring at "that Glass Door" has never answered a Question
I'd rather say..each time i go its way it feeds another Question
Every night or day when i'm done with all my chores
I get up from the couch to stand near my threshold and stare out of "that Glass Door...."