I weave his talks,
And store as thoughts…
To twinkle his charm …
Till his next meet…
Sometimes he disheartens with his long wait..
And cause an uncertainty to shake…
Right now the state is uncertain…
And my charming thoughts are stale
His knock is required
But he utters no speech
This silence phase kills me
Kills me to a deep din…
Richa Dhodi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uncertain-10/
