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I Fix The Door bolt


I stand on my toes
 to put the latch in place.
 it slips, comes down.
 I raise my toes a little. 
 the latch  seems merciless
  falls down with a creak,

I have to fix the one
before going to bed.
Eyeing a low stool
I feel I have hit a bonanza,
drag it to the place
 try to get on it.

No matter how low it be 
my limbs turn rigid,
knees remain still 
the stool looks like a monster,
Oh ! only my toes 
manage to be supple.

Pushing the stool in fury
 I toe up and up
 the latch goes up
 and fastens perfectly.
I retire thanking my toes
give a gentle press.