Insanity Poem by Ehsan Iqbal

Why it happens to me I do not know
What happens to me, I do not show
That so easily the seed of love,
In my heart one can plough

The tears that do not fall
The eyes that do not weep
Though his heart people maul
Yet his tears are buried deep

So deep inside his heart
He has been ripped apart
His heart, the world can't comfort
Though he has been so, so hurt

A hundred times up he gave
And a hundred times recovered
He always stood so brave
Though his heart, sadness covered

I find my heart bleeding out
Unfortunate that it is only spiritual
And now everyday I am pleading out
Please make me part of a sacrificial ritual