Like A Moth Hovers

She was waiting for him

Like a Moth hovers around the fire.

She runs, she runs and she keeps running away,

but there was no escape because she always ended up on his desire.

Where does she want to escape? 

Nowhere..., Because she always wanted to be a prisoner of his heart.

She writes, she writes, and  she keeps writing always,

Because he always ended up being her art.

She is still waiting for him

Like a Moth is still hovering around the fire.

- Pooja Singh