Someone

Someone's heart-door shuts And the song of life never comes out. Someone mutters But it's voiceless And in the feverish air That never travels to her Unless a great force. Oh! It's a gloomy Sunday The unusual bench in the park Waits for a stranger to chat. But the park gate was closed As the gate-keeper lost his bunch of keys After a nightcap. A handsome beggar found the keys in an early morning At the tavern door step And he thinks he could enter the Kingdom of Heaven. * All the time I feel that someone knocks at my door, And I peep out but nobody's there. I have heard that the death has a habit of knocking at doors?