My Heart Questions? - Poem by simran arora
A heart dies,
move out and flies,
whe it cant express
its love, its pain....
A heart killes itself,
when it cant make,
But what a heart will do,
when he explain,
and emerge its feeling through and through.....
Give and take tha ratios....
Make people agree....
But at last they set this heart free,
bound it in relation,
in status, emotions and expression....
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