Unrest Poem by Shruti Goswami

This wretched love…takes its toll…..
Sleeplessness….like a haunting..
Like eyes on fire….
Surges out..melts…slowly….
Like the burning of desire….
Laugh at all the sight….
But the fire’s burning bright..And shows no sign of dousing..
This supreme unrest…takes its toll..
Like a madman on flames….
Or pressed upon..By sheets of ice..
Like the sparking of a nude wire…
Like ice..On fire..
Deny with all your might…I know not what is right…
The devil in within me rousing..