Doors Rasiah Halil Will you close your doors on me & fail to see the rays of light or colour of my skin or will it be easier to act unknowing when rooms are locked & doors made too big? I have no tears or bitterness as I leave your mansion for your doors are too confining & I love the sea I like to tease the moon catch dewdrops & stars watch the bloom of gul bakawali* & nature awaits as your doors close on me. No anger, regrets,  I'm a gypsy who loves windows desert, oasis, & the limitless sea. *gul bakawali (Epiphyllum oxypetalum): night-blooming cactus with frangrant pale pink flowers; a mystical flower in classical Malay literature.  xXx