~Rajan Kafle~
Imagine me a candle
you the wick inside
and your love the oil
that keeps burning me
as your image tricks my eyes
as my eyes chase your image
the game of hide and sick
that your image plays on my eyes
Oh tricky, elusive image
will you pour enough oil
to make sure the candle dies
at the end of the burning wick?
The oil, the wick and the candle
all are at your heart’s mercy
(Source : Poet’s Blog)
