The heart, alone and erect without sensing Followed the path of denial, discarding emotions in genuine and ephemeral, felt more in gusto and insensible. Is the heart true? 'They are not true, said the heart. Vows made earlier to many and one in particular wasn't kept, how's it going to be with you, you are no different, beauty is the matter of time, what defines you is your character, what remains with you is your attitude, what makes you different is the considerate nature, you have, the merciful feeling to your counterparts who more or less are the same. Why is that you distrust me?'
Leaned with burden, the heart started at me And I, with a shattered look, confessed, ' Oh, my lone asset, I follow your path But the mind of mine, who weeps for a faithful company tends to follow the other path, Whom should I support?' Pondering over my tiny mind, it said, 'Deny everything unreal, what remains with you is me in my true sense, beware of the rest.' Again, pulling myself up in my cosy emotions, I smiled, with a faded shade.