Impossibility Poem by Sanjukta Nag

To warm this languishing heart
I have lit up innumerable bonfires on your name,
But the iceberg you have left on my chest
Is still emitting frost,
To remind me time after time
It’s impossible to get the treasure which is lost.

To mend this vulnerable heart
I have torn all the proofs that told you were real,
But the word you have engraved in my soul
Is still spilling blood,
To remind me over and over
It’s impossible to get a flower from a dried up bud.