this heart serves a purpose
to crack, to break
and to wound
naive soul
that knows not
fails
to judge the inflicted pain
kneeling in miseries
this heart serves a purpose
to heal, to bless
and to cure
split arteries of pleasure
contentment
this heart serves a purpose
to live
to die
to smile
and to cry
this heart serves a purpose
and so do
you and I
This Poem is shared with Sunday Scribblings - Purpose.
Oh wow, morning bliss!!
ReplyDeleteThanks buddy :-)
Deletenice...
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully expressed!
ReplyDeleteThanks Satya :-)
DeleteAmrit this was AMAZING! The many roles that a heart plays. And the way you wrote that last stanza was amazing.
ReplyDeleteThank You Keith :-)
DeleteWow! Nicely written. :)
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem, Amrit. All really do have purpose....and when there is love involved, that purpose can be far-reaching!!
ReplyDeleteThank You Mary :-)
DeleteWoW!
ReplyDeleteGreetings from my heart to yours, always, cat :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Cat :-)
DeleteWe ascribe such feelings to the pump in our chests but I still have a mind to think they come from elsewhere. It is just that it does vent it's feelings with its beat.
ReplyDeleteVery true :-)
DeleteOh yes!
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DeleteOh Wow.. shades of our heart.. lovely :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Namrota :-)
DeleteNicely written
ReplyDeleteOh that first stanza is good – what human has not experienced the pain of inflicting pain?! Even the healing is hard, the dying even harder, but in the meantime, the living, the purpose – very nice : )
ReplyDeleteSo many things we do and never ever realise the purpose but you have very well depicted the real purpose...
ReplyDeleteThanks Vandana :-)
Deleteyes it does indeed
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