The Heart Thrown Into A DustbıN Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

Why do throw my heart into a dustbin
Again and again
And I am to pick it up
Many a time
Why do you throw my heart into a dustbin
And break my hands
That I stretch towards you.

I always love the flowers
Blossomed in my garden
Treasured and chiseled in my heart
They are, yes, as large as this universe
If you are not loving me
Tell me I am gone
But with the glory of love
With the glory of love of my flowers.

Do you listen to the sorrow notes
Of my heart lying in the dustbin
Do you hear my words of love
Once I whispered into your ears.

That we existed
That we have been existing
All are in us
It is your turn to speak to me
Why do you throw my heart
Away into dustbin.