Oh dear door, oh dear door.
What do you hold behind?
Do you protect,
or do you help all of them to hide…
Do you sleep all the daylight
and wake all the nights?
Can you hear all those people,
and still avoid what’s in front of your sight…
Oh dear door, oh dear door,
Tell me if we can be friends,
or will you hold the silence for more, till this noisy world ends?
I was a pressure cooker, not an electric stove or a microwave. Just a normal cooker. So you assumed you could increase the pressure for better results? I stretched myself, stopped bathing regularly in the sink and talking to my fellow utensils.
I’ve blown my whistle. I’ve done it several times. But, you’re expecting good food for you and your guests by building some pressure within me. You don’t know, after some more whistles I may burst open! But I am sure you’ll be really worried about the dirt I’ll make when the blast happens.
And you really won’t realize that I am useless and maybe dead, not because I was inefficient, because the work pressure crossed its limits…
A Thought Blog - By Prateek Devta 