O My Heart! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Mended heart of mine, broken once, twice and many times,
Never thought that I could come out of it, forgive and forgiven,
Haze from the burning jungles, spread thousand miles,
The daze from the shock pumped through artery venous Niles,
Crumpled my dignity and respect and put me in dungeons,
From where I thought, I would not escape as pigeons,
Whether my heart mends me or I mend it,
The dirty fluid sent to be filtered and rejuvenated,
My broken heart received the nonstop supply,
Of love and comfort hormones from my body,
Worries of sparrows set free, confusion of butterflies,
Hatched from the memory cocoon flutters to dry,
Holding the faith of truth and goodness so dear,
I was emancipated as a free soul with no fear.
Hugging the truth of impossible, suck out the lies,
Tug in the reality of possible, I look handsome and wise.
Holding the faith and the hope as true goodness,
There flies my soul with great awareness.