Bleeding Heart

The aching heart of which I remain as the petty owner;

Started throbbing with a mighty thud:

The day’s duty is over, you miss something,

You lack something, you’re devoid of something;

Is it the soothing words a woman wish to listen to?

Is it a pair of stretched arms that gives coziness?

is it that warmth on her forehead and then

On her lips that turn her soon into a seductress?

And then wrapped in those arms, gazing at his eyes,

She transforms herself…

Oh my bleeding heart, you dare desire for…

You’re destined to be in the battlefield,

Struggling for your own existence,

winking a while, my eyes welled up…

Published by rekhashivam

Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.

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