Bleeding heart
Don’t let it start
It will never stop,
Till it one day drops.
Then please bring out the
harps
and the orchestra and what not.
Nature or nurture?
Just cannot escape these
vultures
Feasting on the flesh of my
heart
At one point I just let it to
rot
Forgetting they were cannibals
after all.
So better to bleed boldly
My love and care and worries
Along with the hemoglobin
Towards humanity & you
Than zombify myself
And project coolness
Only to be lifted on a coffin
On the way out.
My
Bloody heart beats for you
&
Bleeds for humanity
Bends down for humility &
Bombards for atrocity
Blood is a sign of oxygen
pumping
Bathing out our concern in a
Bright red colour.
Pain is a sign of growing
Past the vultures
Who are a sign of success.
Keep feeling
One day it will lead to
fruitful action.
Wow, you sure went to town on that one! Lost in admiration of your wordplay.
ReplyDeleteThe bright color, a red flag? The pain a sign of growth. Bleed boldly. So much to ponder here.
ReplyDeleteWow, Samyukta. That was a delightful take. Loved every bit of it. And I empathise the same too
ReplyDeleteYes, there is so much in your poem to ponder. Even more profound as I am in the throws of grieving the loss of my oldest daughter.
ReplyDelete"Then please bring out the harps
ReplyDeleteand the orchestra and what not."
Enjoyed this poem.
"Keep feeling
ReplyDeleteOne day it will lead to fruitful action."
We can hope.