Fate Of The Key

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Satish Verma

Watching the charred remains 
of the toys 
you want me to search for another house. 
Eventually I decide 
to go for a voiceless door. 

Who was calling whom? 
Eternity hurts me. 
I want to come to a stop, 
pause for the evening 
and climb up the hearse. 

A howl is waiting for me 
to engulf me in myself. 
The blind statement will sit as a judge 
and decide the fate of the key. 
I cannot open the lock!