Slammed

And then again

We were still looking back

Reminiscing the dreary past;

How everything was blew away with the wind –

So fast,

And the pain landed on us with thud.

It was Lots’ wife

Who melted to salt.

But again

It is strange

That our fragile

Hearts are constantly melting to tears,

And doubts,

And bond with regrets,

And the life never after

Because every open door has been slammed

Right on our face.