My sweet little heart, absolutely simple and human, is caged in its own small world, bound all around.

It pulsates as it beats, and bleeds
As hits edges of its confines, rough and hard.

It does not understand
Rationale of ruthless destiny,
Wisdom of philosophy or
Game of deception.

All it understands is
the innocence of love,
the gentleness of care and t
he beauty of smile.

I have preserved here
A few drops of blood,
Oozing out of my heart
As it bleeds.

I have kept them as my musings
Especially for you, for your joy.

Vinod Varma

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