The Burning Heart Poem by prathamesh ingale

My heart started to burn when you left me
just for a boy who is rich,
but, now I am not understanding that,
I should call you an angel or a witch.

Every morn when I use to see you at that time
on my face their was a big smile and brightness like a sun,
but, now I had undetstood that you have
loved me just for a fun.

I had made your drawing and till
now it is stuck to the wall like a chart,
but hey! you mad girl still you had not understood that,
love is not done by mind, It is done by heart.

by-Prathamesh Ingale.