The Thoughtless God... Poem by Charles Wamuti

The heart is a strange thing,
It bears no thought,
Yet has so much to say,
It gets so burnt,
Yet plays with fire,
It gets all crushed down,
But still never fears to try once more.

Men will die,
Pursuing what’s in it,
Women will cry,
Listening to its voice,
Children will merry,
Dancing at it melodies,
Yet none of these ever learns.

Is this a curse you ask,
No, my angel, it our breathe,
The very core that keeps us sane,
So baby if i ever run out of words
Close your eyes and listen carefully,
For my heart whispers what is sincere,
I hope you can hear its voice calling for you...