HEARTLESS !
Don’t give your heart dear
to my keeping ,
for my own is lost long since
in reckless giving;
hence mine is always a search
for the lost gem:
in cracks and crevices
of relationships rocked or broken,
in moments of gold robbed or stolen,
inside heaps of midnight ashes,
in storms of sighs
or mountains of huge losses;
now I’m a fire
without desire for burning
a pangless pain
without sweet aching
that keeps my love starving
making life little worthy of living;
hence don’t give your heart dear
to my keeping ,
for I’m full of empty words now
that hardly give life to breathing.
@ COPYRIGHT: SAROJ K. PADHI /04.03.16
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