The door is locked –
an ancient padlock hangs.
But only yesterday
a grand carnival passed through it.
The door is new –
you can smell the paint;
but there it is
with its rococo design,
the padlock old:
tyrannical, unmoving, old –
keeping the restless crowds waiting.
KISHORE KUMAR
kilroykishore 
Some wait, some move on. Counting time or space?
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err…dint get u….
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magnificent! 🙂
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Abe,Space doesn’t really matter. Neither should time, ideally, but here it does, and that’s why we wait.Thanks for the comment 🙂Vasudha,Thanks a lot!Kranthi,That bad, huh? Try again, please 🙂
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my doors of wisdom seem to be locked with a pad lock… and I’m waitin for someone to break its code…but when would I realise that it isnt locked???
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n it was very good,understood it well but is there any internal meaning to it…???
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Kranthi,Yes, it does have other meanings to give, a few things to refute, and a few institutions to challenge. Not very lofty ideas, but something. But I think you can read it just by itself too.I don’t think I’m going to dissect it here.
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hmm..k…
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i absolutely love this! bravo! 🙂oh and i moved.. http://impudence.wordpress.com/
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