How Can I Give You My Heart?

Lady, how can I give you my heart?
My heart - my most precious asset,
That I’ve nurtured like a baby.

How can I hand it over to someone -
So reckless?

You, who never bothered -
To keep your own heart safe,
Callously scattering tit bits of it
As we sprinkle ink on spare sheets;
As rainwater percolates through every thing -
Window panes, terrace gardens, open drains…………
As crows peck here and there-
Into kitchens, orchards, ash-pits……………

Lady, how can I ever expect –
You’d handle my heart with care?

by Comfort Zone

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