His fortress consumes none inside,
Yet, vows of companionship he recites.
No doors lead inside those grey walls,
Upon which all natural forces do befall.
You may gaze at him while he perches and smiles,
Upon the stony portico, looking beyond miles.
But hardly meet anymore than his eyes;
Those that captivate, those which conceal several cries.
Not an opening did the maker provide,
As if he intended a provoking divide.
Provisions for several windows are yet still made,
Beside which his silhouette sits and contemplates.
In you it brews curiosity.
From where you stand, its a brilliant sight!
Who knows but what else within resides.
-Karan Ghosh
