The Door

On this door I wanted to knock, which will open, if I did
but i didn't...don't know why
It was night, it was raining, and I had nowhere to go..
It couldn't have been worse...
Still I didn't...
I was told, when I loose it all, I can come and just knock
and it will open...Tonight i had lost it all
still I didn't
Did I loose this door too...or is it this door I had only lost?
I can see everything outside the door...reachable..
what I can't see is inside...still that is the only hope, I know
still i didn't
I can't go back, I can't knock...I just stand there..watching
thinking...if that someone inside needs me as much..
to open just to check if I'm outside...
that's why i didn't...
I have nowhere to go...no one to lean..
so I'll stand here and wait..for that one to check and let me in.
But somewhere I feel to just Knock...coz that someone won't know
and is waiting like me..