Heart is a burden
For everybody
And heartlessness:
An adornment!
Heartlessness made you
Rich and distinguished
But heart made me
Depressed, despised
And forlorn....
This time winter came
So early and so harsh
she pierces
My dirty woollen clothes
Eventhough
My mind and heart is
Still awake!
what a masterstroke with your pen. the whole poem is stark truth. who caes about compassion and generosity of spirit. we just bleed and lick our wounds.10
the crosses we stumbled on molded some heart to freeze and live heartless...and living the other shattered crying a river of tears.........sad but true! ! ! ! ! Love, Heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Prem, I'd rather, be burdened Depressed, despised Forlorn and pierced.... Eternally Than heartless be - How can we live You and I - No heart, No love, no prem - No Life! It can not be. Angel