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