Loneliness Is A Boiling Pot

By Bhakti Agarwal

Loneliness, 

on a rather dreary night,

feels like you're sitting

in the heart of a Boiling Pot.

You don't realise how 

the water enveloping you

in a warm embrace

is sticking to your arms

like molten wax

refusing to let go,

until it's too late

and you sit back thinking-

maybe you were made

to be loved by the world

like firewood.

Does it have a searing heart too?

By Bhakti Agarwal