Stopping By A Closed Door

Stopping by a closed door Some old but bold corner stones Spotted abandoned marble floor. Suddenly I recall something and asked my heart gore, Is it that very door Is that very place My heart never could replace? Echoes of some tender voice, Laughing, playing and clapping House remained the same but time changed many thing. Yesterday's child Now grown up All scattered in different place and direction, But my mind fumbling that very emotion. That play-field, that playful evenings That childhood, that innocence Still in my heart creeping and crawling That reminiscence. Copyright @ Sumana Bhattacharjee