A realm with a big black door,

I badly want to explore;

A signage with a flower of gold,

Worn out but not too old,

Inside, what do you hold?

Like a piece from the Art Nouveau,

A charming thing to behold,

Like a novel full of mysteries-

Am I allowed to unfold?

Of cinnamons and cigarettes-

A pleasant scent I smell,

I touch the surface gently, and

I fall under a spell!

May I peep, may I knock?

May I break open the lock?

Shrouded in mist, a domain unknown-

Leaves me in awe, and my spirit regrown.

Aishwarya Raihan is a freelancing contributor for The Daily Star- Arts and Entertainment. She also writes poetry occasionally.