Heavy Heart

If the heart could be lighter or just be Kind,

Or be non-permeable with;

Mass fixed and held tight with no rooms.

Aah! The heart is a blessing, is all a myth.

 

Have you experienced the heaviness

Of burden, it bears throughout.

Of the life it craves for, evermore

And the pain, it doesn’t care about.

 

All it wants is a scenic picture,

It never stops dreaming, hoping and desiring.

It weeps when hurt when achieves less;

Still, it keeps hope until retiring.

 

Nothing is inconspicuous for it seems

It wants to see, speak, hear and feel.

How assiduous mind would steer in

The tempest, Heart eventually turns the wheel.

 

I am a victim of my Heart, No Redemption.

My mind is puzzled and in an exhausted state

And the soul is given to a champion stranger,

To whom my heart suffered a checkmate.