My mind continues to wander away… thinking.. what must be in there!!! What kind of people… what type of furniture… what laughter?? What sorrow?? What are these doors made up of? What colours lie inside? The door to the old palace, Built not knowing caste or race. Standing tall since long long ago While the love & laughter inside them grow. Life indeed is a series of doors That you have to open to reach your souls core. To see the goals of your life… You need to open that door and strive.
What can you see from up here??
Open the windows and let the air come in... On a moonlit night... it must be like heaven to stand here!!