HEART

And today I sit again
To hear my heart articulate
I paint few colours of my heart
To let emotions free from its custody,

An ordeal through life
Heart has its own emotions
Perhaps it has its own small story
Behind closed doors with dreams and memories,

And thus on a sultry night
My conscience quietly decides
To silently leave this physical world behind
And liberate my heart
From the burden of its excruciating responsibility towards me,

And so some day
I will envisage resting in heaven
A small thing, the size of my fist
Beating in someone else’s chest
Free from the burden of its
Excruciating responsibility towards me,