The Opaque Glass Door

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An empty road lies

Right in front of my little gate.

And as I stare through the opaque glass door

I couldn’t help but wonder

What the road does

When not trodden on

Does it stare?

Or discreetly admire

People on other roads

Or does it brood

Over emotions that passes beneath

Or should I think

That just like my opaque glass door

It pretends not to bother

Laying stealth in silence, happiness and grief

Just see things passing in a whiff

With its concrete so stiff.

All joyous music and wails of sadness

Tears not the road’s opaqueness

But through my opaque glass door

I cannot help but see

the sad, wide, empty road.

  • Abhinita Mohanty is from Odisha, India. She is pursuing a PhD in the Department of Humanities and Social Sciences, IIT Madras. Her work has been published in a few online blogs, newspaper, magazines, etc. When she writes, she tries to capture small, insignificant moments which stirs the emotion.

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