Volume Of Love

What harries me 

Today is my loneliness. 

What throws me 

To despondency 

Is your ambush on my echelon.

Like a Coral Jasmine flower,

Compelled to touch the ground 

Before the Sun winks  In the morning,

My hopes get assassinated 

Each time they dare 

To speak the volume of love.

With hara-kiri of my emotions, 

Throwing a seven wouldn't 

Even end my distress, 

I have to be stranded, 

Till a gale of God comes 

To take me to oblivion.