Palas Kumar Ray
Purity Of A Golden Heart - Poem by Palas Kumar Ray
I don't suspect the purity of gold
which makes my heart but lastly
a heart is made up of no gold
but of bundle of muscles
nerves, veins, emotions
Heart is heart and gold is gold.
What I come to know lastly
seems you knew from the beginning!
One is not worth exchanging for other.
Want gold you need not to
stop for a heart
but to go ahead for pure gold.
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