Worth Of My Toil Poem by deepanshi sabnani

I stare hard at each word,
I stare hard but all is blurred,
I stare as my eyes are strained,
I stare as my strength is drained…

The yellow on white is sinking,
The fire on ice is melting,
I stare at the melting ice,
Not once, but I stare the candle twice…

Leaving the ice to melt,
I walked forth towards the sea,
Some ashes came flying by,
The fire has eaten a part of me…

I know not all are as deprived,
As I see a lighted house at a mile,
But my destiny pays me just a candle,
& I stare at this worth of my toil…..