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Closed Doors
This journey of life
Is not treaded
On carpet weaved
You zig zag your way
Through pebbles
Trying to look ahead
Afar till the road ends
But the serpentine way
Limits your vision
Only till the next bend
Inhued with prizes
Or surprises
Welcoming arms
Or closed doors
Only time will reveal
With its turning wheels
Many roads bend
Some end...
Peeping into a new door
Promising lot more
Raise on the knoll
But don't fall
As you are too small
On this Earth's mall !
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