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CHARMED BY A KEY

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SANGEETHA KAMATH







This poem won the Weekend Poetry Contest on The Pink Comrade for the theme 'Knock Knock'
                     
               CHARMED BY A KEY

Lost keys, misplaced keys chanced upon keys galore

Charms not one but four!

Knock! Knock!

What new doors are opening for me? 

Am I going on an exciting tour?

A Portal has surely opened! That must be it!

Electrically buzzing, reviving my spirit

Coaxing me to take that leap of faith

To a big change, a chance,

A whole new start?

"Go bravely" says a sign "It's a breeze, just a merry dance".


The angels in my dreams 

In voices convincing and pure

"An adventurous chapter begins and victory is yours" they assure

"Delightful tidings await but first

It's time to put the past to rest"

"Let it go"...they say, "You must!".


Knock! Knock!

Happiness is abound chock-a-block.


"Lock old doors and throw away that key

Oh! It's lost its sheen and covered in rust...

You've been holding on too long

It was and is all wrong, what a load of poppycock!

We give you in return four gifts to unlock


With four keys, shining and strong--

-A treasure chest filled with good things

-A dream come true,

-A pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

-Seventh Heaven through and through.


With these keys I have the power to open doors for my highest good

Shift the paradigm, no more dilemma at the crossroad

I take this as a sign from above, that I'm on the right path

Full of clovers and shamrock

Knock! Knock! Don't fear bedrock.


Go forth with faith, confidence and courage, I hear a whisper steadfast

The night is always dark, that's why God has created stars they tell

To guide me, you,

To the right doors which are always there.


Knock! Knock!

Not all is lost

The keys are blessed, given, gifted 


Found in the starlight, in the moonlight, 

They drop right at your feet 

When the time is right

If they go unseen, unnoticed

You're guided to it by your own divine light.

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu


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