Doors Poem by Diptesh Augustine Sarkar

I see some doors open
before me, some behind
near and far
as if I were in a game
in a virtual world.



But there are a lot many
that are closing
behind me without a loss
but with great dignity
as if chances and choices were fewer.



This is a quandary
this transition of pain and regret
nauseating, percolating in through the bones;
but tomorrow, when I'm beyond,
pain, loss and regret would take
new meaning.