Heart

No one thinks of you,  

Everybody is busy, when it comes to you.

They pretend, as if they least care,

If you be busy someday somewhere,

There arise major reasons to fear!

Death; ah, that might hurt,

Unfulfilled desires cling to the heart,

With the passing breath even,

The repentance and guilt does not leave you apart

They continue to haunt your mind and heart.    

No one thinks of you,

You keep beating since day one, all alone.

Even when since day one you continue…

No one speaks to you; no one thinks of you, no one cares for you, no one pretends to be yours!