My heart, how much pleasure you can bear with!
My heart, how much treasure you can store in!
My heart, how much happiness flows through you!
My heart, at how many junctions, you gasp for air!
My heart, you are so small, but mighty of all,
My heart, you are in vault, but free as a bird,
My heart, you are a fist sized, but keeps me in good mood,
My heart, you are a healer, you heal all my wounds.
My heart, how much pleasure you can bear with!
My heart, how much treasure you can store in!
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i am impressed not just by the poem but i draw sincere confidence from your supreme beleif in your ownself, faith is more infectious than anything ever know or perhaps yet to be discovered or invented in a molecular biology lab. this to me is less a poem and more a prescription, a prescription to introspection, a message to be free. thank you veeraiyah.