Light Burns In Me

Again studying moral
philosophy. You were washing the eyes.
O half love, take off the gloves.

It kills me. Unmasked
moon has a message to deliver,
of divine tragedy. I start my epic saga.

I am cooling the cinders.
They are making holes in the heart. Blood
has dried on lips. It was inferno.

Unrequited love is very painful but unmasks his innate talents.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003