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Closed doors

Black of the blue challenging my fears
Scaring my essence to tremble
As i walked down the lane, stumbling
I was all alone and moreover a girl

I brushed aside the growing worries
Pulling up the socks of courage
And stepped ahead in the darkest
Eerie of silence growling out loud

Dogs were howling at distance
Tearing off the sky apart
Stones in my feet were testing me
But I didn’t turn around to have a sight

As I crossed the circle for my lane
A hushed sigh of relief escaped
A whistle of familiarity braced me
I was close to my home now

A meak figure grew closer slowly
And a shadow made its way to me
A familiar face welcomed me
But something was surreal about

He reached his hand to grab me
He clutched the fists I had ready
But the pepper dropped down
The way I was shattered on ground

He hovered around me tight n close
Few more Hawks were in approach
Prey was caught, screeches muffled
doors kept shut, silence began to mourn

Yes, this happens every time I walk
Down the street in dark, sometimes
My spray works and I rush away
and sometimes not….

I am the girl stepping out to reach a dream
Who is scared to hell, but brave as well
Every next night I face a fight
I am the last knock on those closed doors

Doors getting shut off, keeping mum
Untill out there is a girl of its own
Untill screams start melting the glass off
Or Untill another candle March calls on

I am the last knock on those closed doors….

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Smriti Srivastava
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