This is second of the three future blogs I promised in my blog "Catchy Blog Titles" :
Agony
Whatever I have for her is hidden in the far corner of my heart. The worshipper’s prayer is not for any again, it doesn’t have any wish, the moth when attracted to the candle; he doesn’t have any expectation from the flame. He is just attracted to it, just for its love. I am burning, burning in love. Who gets the benefit of light of my burning is not my concern.
I was sad like the extinguished light. M

