When Love Leaves

When your love's labour is lost,

More than the sea could have sunk the land, where your will were not heard,

Your heart dusted in the trample of prejudice or whatever you know or they say :

It is ever-burning desire of revenge.

More than the sea could have sunk the land :

Let your heart fly as a bird only spared.

You will have the time to count the ants by the window pane or how many bees that passeth by, in wrong houses of nectar,

Thy flower has been plucked!

The infancy reality you dream of .

Love threatens to comeback,

Only to be remade in your heart .

The art of living with one's self,

The unholy atmosphere that it gifts,

When love leaves .

That sea of love was once full.