My Poor Little Heart, It Is Time You Too Spoke Poem by Bashyam Narayanan

Oh, my poor little heart
You started beating
From the twenty second day
Of my conception
And since then you keep beating
Ensuring uninterrupted, uniform
Supply of nutrients, oxygen, medicines, and what not
To the entire range of cells

I have no clue as to how
You managed this wonder task
Without any complaint
You never rested
I do not know whether you know
That you only keep my alive
By this great marvel of yours

I care about my looks
I care about my people around
I care about my occupation
I care about my bank balance
I care about my holdings
I care about happenings around

I still do not know
As to what I have done
To take care of you

I often disturb you
With emotion-driven hormones
That make you pump blood
At different rates than usual

There are occasions
When some of my unacceptable intakes
Trouble you with additional tasks

Some of my food habits too
Act against your well being
My addiction to taste
Make me go far heart-unfriendly items
Which over a period time
Lands you in irrepairable damage

We nurse a faith
That you feel for us
You tell us what to do and what not do

It will be nice for you
And benefit both of us
So that we together remain healthy
Till the time you beat your last
If, instead of murmuring,
Speak aloud and
Prevent us from
Doing things that will harm you

Oh, sweet little heart
It is time
You too spoke