The Broken Heart Poem by Khirod Dalpati

THE BROKEN HEART

One fine morn, the Heart started it's way,
Wearing the wings of a Butterfly.
The wings so delicate and bright,
Puffed up with beauty and pride,
Away it flew, enjoying the colors of the world.

As it flew it felt thirsty,
Thirst for the nectar of Love,
Oh! How it longed for the Love
That could quench its thirst.

On its way it beheld a Rose,
So beautiful and fragrant when nigh.
The Rose gave a hearty welcome,
But poor little Heart was torn apart
By the thorns hidden just beneath,
And could hardly fly as before.

The bitter sting and the bygone thoughts,
Keeps me at stake and makes me lost.

By: Khirod Dalpati