The Great Door Poem by Arun Maji

And we are waiting
For that door to be opened.

Door to what?
Death?
Or the freedom of all freedoms?

Because none comes back from other side
And tell us his story,
None of us knows for sure.

And because none comes back from other side,
That side must be the best.
May be, eternal peace resides there.
May be, infinite happiness hides there.

Peace is nothing but a dream
For human life.
So much pain, so many wounds we have
We all cry in pain, ache in agony.
Yet, we all fear that door.
Yet, we all try avoiding that door
By all means.
Strange!
Isn't it?

But the truth is
We all must face that door.
Rich or poor, saint or sinner
None can escape that door.

And We all are waiting
For that door to be opened.
Often without being aware of.
None knows for sure
How long is the wait.

Suddenly, the door would open
And someone from inside would whisper-
"Arun Maji"
And I would be through that door
Leaving behind
My fame, my fortune, my frivolous pride, my fiery anger
And of course, my loved ones.

What should I do
While waiting before that door?
Run for fame? Fortune? Fight?
Or just sing and dance
And love?

Tic toc tic toc
We are waiting.
How long to wait before that door opens?

© Arun Maji
Painting: Xie Chuyu