A glass door

Everything. 

All things, there were-

that made her engaged.

She grabbed one doll.

A book.

And a few chairs.

Flipped the pages.

She rejoiced.

Pulled hands of a doll.

Laughed.

Saw a unicorn.

Ran behind

Everything around her-

made her happy.

............................

While- on the other side, 

Of a glass door-

Stood that love.

Silently observing her.

Her little tears...

Tiny fears.

Love observed them all.

...............................

And now when she realized-

That she missed something-

Amidst these joys. 

She did not know-

What stood on the other side of-

A glass door. 

~Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini