The Doors.

A wealthy man fortified his mansion Seven numbers of compound wall he built around Dug the canals and filled the water Day and night can't be distinguished Their the lighting arrangement were superb The systems of security every day tightened The alarm bells, rang in slightest disorder To have a caution himself upon the danger And he was so happy on the arrangement His doors were intact and made of strong wood Where an intruder will finds obstacles Beyond his reach and the system was secure His wealth he cared well and stored safely Still one day without a knock in the door Or before or could someone see what happens The unknown came there the owner lives no more Life it is a gift that got in the journey While it is having its own merits a day comes.