If You Pluck Me From Your Heart Poem by Shankaran Kutty

If you pluck me from your heart
With not even a cubby hole for me
Without even a tear
Or a deep sigh
Into the deep currents of sorrow
If you pluck me into the deep
Then go away, don’t turn to see
For I don’t want you to see me weep

If you pluck me from your heart
Torn away to leave
A hole in my heart which
Won’t heal with time, Then,
The winds that blow
The waves that on the shores doth die
Would cry out in anguish for me
On their laps would I weeping, lie

If you pluck me from your heart
Then the sweet words you have spoken
The song on your lips
The soothing caress of your arms
When you held me in a warm embrace
To wipe out from my mind
Can I try, can I do
For, another love I will never find

If you pluck me from your heart
Which you may do so if you wish, then
The little dew drops of the winter morn
The smiling flowers of spring
The bees that hum from flower to flower
The fresh greens that sprout in the summer rain
Will all as a chorus sing together
Of my tears, my incessant pain

If you pluck me from your heart
Which you will, if you still haven’t
I will not descend into a pall of gloom
Nor beat my head in forlorn despair
For in me love won’t die
I simply don’t know how to hate
Love’s pain if pain it shall be
I would gladly accept as my fate.