October 1, 2010 Off By Rupkamal Sarma

The shy flame of the candle, virgin demeanour,
Struggles in the forest of the night,
The passing wind steals solitary glances at her,
Outside the trees and the rain Whisper and wait,
Serendipity perchance To seduce and ravage the naked, alluring flame.

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