The Half Burnt Heart Poem by Kiran Somshe

For the heart whose fingers had no ring,

it's the same old bloody spring

Pile of dry leaves hugging fire

sparked by the hearts dried with broken love,

wounded love, with no love.



No ocean can drench this fire,

no wind can blow its meat,

no Gods can calm its heat,

It's a fire, an inferno in the very nature's ire.



It burns to the lasting of spring

All hearts from directions known

rushed to jump into the fire; they were alone.

Hearts dried by broken love, wounded love, with no love



The last in line jumps and begs

Burn, burn burn!

O soothing fire! Burn me soon

for the spring seems to end!

clouds have arrived for the fire may die.



The fire did die!



The half burnt heart with pain

swum in the gutter caused by rain

there on the banks, he saw the hearts with love!

smiling with joy and dancing every more.



"O loved hearts! Hearts which are loved."

Yelled the half burnt heart!

"The fire of spring burnt me not

The gutter of rains, drowned me not

You, the lovers heart! Hearts with love

Throb me with the thorns of your roses

Stab me beneath those dancing steps

Do something for I shall sleep well,

release me from this painful cell"



None with the hearts of love listen

As all were busy overflowing the cistern,

Of joy, of love and lust.

Then, as was sent by God

The dog was smelling the half burnt heart

"This is delicious! I am loving it"

"Ah, finally someone loves me! "

said the half burnt heart and slept with the sense of gain

for its dreams had no pain.