With blistering steps of human stamps

with a rambling walk into a room

I stand as an inevitable prerequisite
Instead of pats of love

Rather, pats of dust

I was made for this i know

But not with stamps of shoes but human feet
Within months i will wear out

With a solemn welcome i offer to you before you go in

Will you ever say a goodbye to me before you go out?
For hiding the truths with tiring lies

I am on my own to frazzle

Through out my life span, the door post Is where i call home 

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