Midnight Door

Someone is out there …
Did someone caught me staring.
Something is moving..
I could feel my trace sweating.
Everytime I looked at the door..
While sometime it looked back at me.
Peeping through the hole..
Are grouching voices.
Hunting as they seek..
Prey isn’t left out crying.
He appeared right beside..
Shaking as he lied.
The floor was fuming hot..
Wish I could borrow a simple cot.
The torn blanket..
I shared.
Grabbing it…
As the corners got spared.
Took out a bread..
Handed that over instead.
Does anyone come after?
Gobbling up the bread ..
Got out a burp.
Taking out a rusted knife..
Slipped it over.
If the door open run this closer.
But now he hasn’t spoken..
He is stiffer than usual.
Sat there weeping..
Light beaming through the midnight door.

* To the life that dwells on the streets and to the hearts that don’t give up that things will get better.

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