by Ali Khan
Published on: Apr 30, 2004
Topic:
Type: Poetry

I've been to a building
And it was all dark.
I walked until I reached
A doorway.
They asked me not to get,
Inside that
Warm doorway,
Bright doorway.

I was standing surprised,
With my fingers under my teeth,
In front of
Fragrant doorway.
And I entered with gazing eyes.
In that soft light,
I could smell,
That fragrance by that light,
In that
Warm doorway,
Bright doorway,
Fragrant doorway.

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