Poem By Misty Bhattacharya
All the pains are kept inside,
All the joys are brought on face,
Heart is one who does this all,
Only when its blessed with grace!
It gives us joys, it gives us sorrows,
It balances us with love and hate,
It makes decisions for everyone,
It guides to reach to our soul-mate!
Heart hurts so much,
And yet we all pray for it,
It is the one that bides us all,
All we do is crave for it!
Its heart who beats for someone special,
It depends on heart to whom we choose,
Its heart to decide who's meant for us, and,
It gives us meaningful and true clues!
Heart is that which makes us laugh,
Heart is one which makes us cry,
Heart is it what never dies,
Heart pumps feelings going-up-high!
We get skinned we put medicine,
Again we get back to fun,
What about a shattered heart,
Repairing-fixing done by none!