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Heart On The Mend

Where can I send this broken heart?
It pains me so in my chest,
It has been so torn apart,
How does it yet beat weakly against my breast?

I know how much a heart is needed,
To keep one's body's ebb and flow,
But mine won't work and I am failing,
I'm glad one's heart doesn't show,

For mine is filled with so much hurt,
With so much loss and grief,
It would not be fit to behold,
The children must not see,

I have to hold my head up high,
And look ahead with hope,
And work hard to mend this heart,
And know that I can cope,

I say this to myself so much,
My mantra it has become,
In spite of myself I keep pushing,
Let not heartbreak feel that it has won.

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Splendid work. Exotic feelings fantastically expressed. Neatly woven words. Will you teach me that Mantra, which has kept you alive still.I adore you Madam. Regards. -Pradeep Can you comment on my poems? In life devote yourself to love and joy Be like an innocent boy, Those who live, in the end must all die Live as if you are above the sky. I watched the birds on nature’s altar, Playful, in flight, and merrily flutter. Thus opened the doors of my eyes and ear, Learnt each moment to remain in cheer. I’d never be born, If my coming were up to me, I’d go with scorn, If my going were on my wish Isn’t it better that in this world, so old and mulish Never to be born. Neither stay, nor torn away be? Same hands that formed this earth, And caused for us to take birth. Same hands that led us hence, and when done, Will take us away, as if we are none.
I love this piece, especially the first stanza. I have read it many times so far... Jolanta :)
Let not heartbreak feel that it has won......................... Let that be the final say..... I loved the way you have expressed yourself in each line... It looked as if you have really taken the pain and interest on each & every word rightly placed in the poem. Good job.