The Weak Heart

In times like these,

I find a way to please

The heart that shivers

By  the gentlest emotional tremor.


Shaken by blunt insensitivity,

Filled with self pity,

It flips in its place,

And hides it face.


Scared to see

Whatever may be,

It calls out in the end

To its only sensible friend.


This friends helps

Lessen those endless yelps,

But the mindless heart remains sore

As reason can’t enter its pore.

-By Sonia Khudanpur

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