The Broken Door Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The broken door is
In front of me,
I stare at it in amazement
For a long time,
The door has no fear, no anxiety whatsoever,
It always believes that
It is safe and secure
In this entire realm,
Its soul is true and genuine,
The broken door finds
Sublime reflection of everything
In its pure and refined mirror,
It is always happy and contented,
That's significant,
Good and bad, honest and dishonest, kind and unkind......
All words become pleasant and friendly
In its liberal and generous arena,
That's its real greatness,
Its threshold is the greatest,
The broken door is the best in my opinion.