Days

Days pass by as if closed,

I try to prise open and

Look for a door ajar,

that will let me in.

Memories of a sunrise,

haunt and hound

Day by day

Everyday.

Nightmares of people

Gone

Pull me by the

Shoulder.

I don’t know about these

Silly days,

I do have this life

that is so full

Of shut doors.

Dr Balesh Jindal