Sometimes I wonder
Why do the doors exist?
Why do have to keep them closed?
Why do we feel to resist?

The more we keep it closed
The more people knock on it
Those knocks don't just trouble us
They irritate us bit by bit

Some knocks we hate
The others, we anticipate
But there are very few knocks
For whom we personally wait

Such people, they're special
For they don't bother us at all
Be it midnight or afternoon
We always answer their call

And then there are those
Who don't even bother to knock
They just barge in there
Not worrying about the lock

That should make us angry, right?
But somehow it does not
Instead, secretly we are elated
Because they didn't care to knock

And that's why I always wonder
Why do the doors exist?
Why can't we just keep ourselves open?
When we know we can't resist?

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What do you think about the door?