On hinges I stood day and night.
Some slammed me shut.
Some jerked me to open
Some kicked me while Some left me hanging.Some pushed me while Some nudged me. Some even hanged on me for support .
While Some played with me.
Because I was a Door.
Rarely Some opened me softly and gently and even spoke to me.
Some twisted and turned me.While Some abused and punched me. Some even bolted me, nailed me and jammed me shut from their life.
Just because I was a Door.
I stood there alone all day and night .
Some scraped me and tried to paint me with a color,just to change me.Little knowing that I couldn't be changed from within by all this cosmetic getup.
I whethered the cold,the harsh summer and drenched in rain.Many a times I cracked,I was bruised, battered and wrinkled,aged,freckled and peeled to the core.
Slowly over the years I seasoned and braved to fight my survival against all odds.I accepted my existence in the society and thought that it was God's plan.
And finally when society/people had enough of me I was pulled out unceremoniously from my stature, my position, my dignity and stripped me of my relevance and was discarded,chopped and burnt from existence.
Some are made to live our life, just like the door.We come in all sizes and shapes enduring all the above, our KARMA and finally ending into ash /oblivion.
I am The Door.I am The Door.