How Can I Give You My Heart?
Lady, how can I give you my heart?
by Comfort Zone
My heart - my most precious asset,
That I’ve nurtured like a baby.
How can I hand it over to someone -
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?