Heart,a flesh without bones,
sometimes hit by stones,
Rippled by feelings through cyclones,
By the someone known
Circulates the blood in a stream,
Along with the feelings in a gleam,
Nurtures the body with oxygen,
Inducing pain herself for the one,
Cries without tears for the one
Fries herself getting for the sake of the one,
bleeds in a way of uneven,
By enclosing the dreams with the person by her own,
Thinking that person her world,
Being avoided by that same world,
Feeling alone ,that no one could hold,
Tears herself can't handle in her fold
Can't breathe during the phase of emotion
while revolving around the memories of ocean,
Pondering that she has none to bother,
Realising that,had a golden hand of mother❤️
Once again fond of true love in the world
©jayasree
J