close all the doors, one
by one,
hear them shut with a click,
pat each knob farewell,
and try never to promise to return,
not even by mistake,
don't fret over who next
might pass through; each door
itself decides this
before leaving wipe away
each footprint
and fingerprint, no longer
needed by anyone,
before leaving, pack your things,
bundle every rusted story
and decorate the table with memories of laughter
before leaving, check every book,
throwing out the pressed flowers
dried in their pages
before leaving erase every line, break
open all the knots
and smile with strength
until life comes to sit
in the corners of your mouth
before leaving, close the final door,
and the rest will close themselves
translated from hindi to English by Seth Michelson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written. welcome.