The Heart speaks softly
6 November 2016
Transient
Sentient status
Of my Heart
Pay no heed
We wallow in ridicule
The killers galore
The absent
A status symbol
Of unfed
Mouth to mouth
Respiratory whims fetch
Meanings to the touch
The starved clutch
The remnants of chaff
Falling threads
Of a thought
Wheat fleeting commodity
Bread an afterthought
Beauty wrought
In sinuous lines
Between peaks
Of despair
Tragedy eye opener
Liner of dark rims
The look skims
Bones and milky skin
The silk worn
Pieces torn
Patchwork of a body lain
On bed of roses
Blind eye sees
Beyond the matter
At hand waves
Splitting air
The mind never going where
The Heart speaks softly
Reading of the poem:
Sigh – Praful
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