Posted by: Ron DuBour | July 26, 2017

HOW HEARTENING!~by Balachandran Nair




I am a heart, now cut,
Stored in a cool box
Carried in a haste
To implant in a priest,
Who donated his kidney
To somebody needy
What a co-incidence
The Gods play plenty!
People do call others
Heartless, hard hearted
Yet truth is never heart
Hurt or spread hatred.
At times heart feel hurt
For neglect, reject by own
Cheated, insulted by own.
See, you all hate bleeding
But my duty is bleeding
I too have a language
Of my own, six alphabets,
No, no it is not heart beat
I use my language to sing


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