The sentiments
Are the fragments
Of the heart when it is broken
By a very close one
Every segment
Is like a precious stone
This gives a shine
To enlighten every corner
With a light divine
A sentimental
Of often mistaken for a mental
For he cannot cope with
The popular social norms
Many of which
Are confused to be useful
But are in fact harmful
In long terms
His inner light
Enables him to see
What others
Even cannot imagine
This is why he is considered
Be sick of
Some abnormality sin
Yet he is adamant
With his feature dominant
And that is his sentiments
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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