Atrium Poem by Tara Chettur
Atrium
The life is an atrium
The central hall is the soul
There are so many doors
We are opening one and shutting down others
The hall needs ventilation
Why don’t we then open all the doors?
Let everything come things we fear and
The things we like …
Let us not be afraid
We are here to break the doors even though if it’s rusted
Let us live life to the fullest without any fear!
its not good to open all the doors better we shud have all the windows open to check what coming our way.
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4/24/2024 8:09:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the flow is good. the thought is nave. mark 10 shan