A candle is cold
and scared to die
with flamy thorn
and melting desire
waiting and wanting
for her love to rise
who is twisted, burned
beside her feets
breathless lies
A yearnful sigh
came from her heart
watched her love still
with many tears dropped
miserably and painfully
a cry silently rise
to make her love, breath
and look into her eyes
wakeup my love
wakeup my life
wakeup for once and
look how I feel
a night is long, dark and
blewing cold breeze
I'm standing alone and
no one by my side
breaking, melting and
shivering in this breeze
A love filled whisper
came from above high
don't be scared dear
now, don't you cry
I'll make many like him
with same kiss, same life
who will yearn in the morn
for night to rise
to kiss thy lips
to die in thy eyes
To kiss thy hips and die in thy eyes... fire there!
'yearn in the morn for night to rise to kiis thy lips to die in thy eyes'... these lines bring out the sentiments of strong insatiated passonate feels...i would rather love 'to kiss the eyes and to die in the hip', Aijaz! ...a write strong sad and romantic...10
The eternal story of moth and flame beautifully potrayed........... Good Write...........
this was a great poem im adding it to my favorite poems i realy enjoyed reading it good job
What an amazing write Bro... Sooo passioante, romatic and tormented piece... Flow is wonderful and surely enchants the reader... Well Done...
An enjoyable piece; liked the anology between life and a candle; although some may think it cliche, your verbage keeps it interesting. I'll send you some suggestions offline to help strengthem this poem. Thanks for sharing. -Joe
This poem you structured so well the effect of your patent style is doubly effective. terrific poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent use of metaphor and imagery in this one. Write on, Asif. Kindest regards, Sandra