A Pound of Flesh
My Heart Palpitated,
When you hurt me
You can imagine,
How is sensible this organ?
That seems only a pound of flesh.
It realised the pain,
When you insulted my trust,
And broken my faith.
My heart showed me mercy,
And compelled to forgive you,
Although it was tearing bitterly,
And crying in pain.
I were totally helpless,
To utilise my energy,
To stand on my feet,
My strength was guttering with tears,
Into a pond of tears.
Your sensitivity was floating as a boat,
That was struggling for life in a whirlpool.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2006
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