Wounded Heart Poem by Kishan Shetty

My heart was strong, and yet it is hurt
It used to sing….and yet its homeless now
My heart was binded with joy….and so I couldn’t see the tears within
How much pain it bore, the pain it bore….. Oh! I lament now
It’s too late now….as my heart is lost and wounded

Never I took care of it, but it always beated and kept me alive
My heart was powerful, and yet it’s hurt
I want it back desperately but I can’t
The last I saw my heart it bleeded ‘Blue’……blue was its blood
Now it’s all gone….all went in vain;

Who will keep me alive? Is what I ask.
And I know it’s you MY MOM;