For me, my heart is just not an organ,
It’s something else beyond description.
A container of tons of thoughts and emotions,
Everybody has a different perception.
The size so small, I wonder,
How emotions rest there I ponder,
It bear the toughest grieves,
Though at times it’s very tender.
It shares the special bond with my mind,
My heart I believe is one of it’s kind.
It keeps the softest thoughts within,
And rest leaves for the mind to find.
I can see the curves of my heart,
It helps to keep ill thoughts apart.
Coz curve signifies smoothness,
So, your thoughts
‘O Meher’ is always in my heart.
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