The Broken Heart

Sometimes, the beats of heart

Calls for the one with the voice so shrill

Why do my love and for why you depart

Snapping the soul, the mind goes still

Calls, text and the endless affection

The bond we shared with ultimate delight

As now all appear as useless illusion

No one can understand the ceaseless plight

Still with the hope, the mind buckles up

Heart with innocence modifies the lad 

Having trust oneself, the man geared up

Exploring very own, the feeling turned glad