With the closing of doors...
The ajar announces ,
The end..
The end of your pretence.
Now put it down
The mask you have been wearing through out the day.
Put that heavy burden down ,
To be a kind kind.
For the door has been closed ,
The room is silent and empty.
The door is closed ,
No one will hear your wailings,
No one will see your miserable self.
Throw all those veils ...
And scream yourself out...
The resentment , the disappointments, the pain, the woes, the fatigue, agonies...
Enjoy the luxury of being lone,
Scream, for the door is closed
No one will hear you.
No one will come to you.
No one...

Sigh,

No one....
...
© Mohsina Rahman