The Door

By Nikhita Rao

Push, push,

the door’s been shut.

Rattle, rattle,

the door’s handle,

But locked in

are you, and the door has become a wall.

Scratch, scratch,

on the door’s panel.

Fish, fish,

for the hinges,

But jammed

is the door for years and has locked you in.

Tug, tug,

on the doorknob.

Shoulder, shoulder,

it like a boulder,

But budges it not,

as the door stubbornly stands in your way.

And after a thousand tries

and helpless sighs,

Exhausted, you lie,

you give it a last try.

Knock, knock,

you hear footsteps and a creak as the door unlocks.

By Nikhita Rao