Love is desire of compassion
An empty goblet of wine!

Like rustle of fragrance in the garden
Whistling beetle and its smile wishing for the pollen!

Dripping droplets and rain.
Feeling relaxed and realization in the midst of sand!

In the quiet and silent nights
I miss the words communicated by her speaking eyes!

Snowy chilly nights filled with loneliness
Those meetings with unfaithful beloved!

Now there is no love nor there's loneliness
There's only me, choked every night and to live and die!

Nothing is left now
Except those moments spent together, some told- untold talks and their memories with me!