I haven’t seen my heart
I but I feel the beats
Sometimes slow, sometimes fast
At times I don’t know..
it’s there
It does show.
I haven’t seen my heart
I haven’t seen its wounds
but it was bruised
It pumps the blood in the body-
arteries and veins
carry the blood
said my science book.
When I read love poems
Or heard love songs
I found mention of heart ache
and heart break.
Its heart -
In affection it rejoices
rejection does otherwise.
I haven’t seen my heart
I haven’t seen the scars.
For years it did not react
To hate or love alike
It was closed and
Tenderness died.
With passing time
ice shafts of ‘coldness’
have started melting
no, bells are not ringing
neither violins playing
But it’s feeling,
I am alive again.
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