Chaāndnā Poem by Somendra Gaur

Ogling at life in my room,
Sinking Slowly,
Drowning too soon,
Confused Betwixt, Bane or a Boon,
Slit my wrist & not the Gloom,
Filling an Ocean with the spoon,
Wide open my arms welcome the Monsoon,
Dare not I run
I threw away the Shoon,
Dripping;
The shadows play Contrabassoon.

The Gods are clapping as I Swoon,
Confused Betwixt, Simoom or a Typhoon,
End seems Abloom,
Treat the body as a warship
Don't make my heart your Gunroom.