Yearning to meet him

she turns a silk worm spinning

love-silk in cold night--

stands in a shade melting tears

like a candle, drop by drop

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Sandeep  N S's picture

Very good write.
I like to end in an optimistic note.
Loves candle,O so abundant
Long its pines,melting soul
in tears.
Still its flame....will never ever fade away.

Knowing this everyhting is welcome,every pains alike.