I happened to have burnt my heart a thousand times;
And, I have seen the bellowing smoke rise the heights!
How I had blistered my soul, wailed a thousand rhymes;
I had my thoughts burning and seen the stinging sights!
How funny that I had endorsed my heart like a clamp;
It had its share of the burn, blister, wail and sting!
Amazed I was, of its strength to riposte and revamp;
As my heart was yet again ready to get the burn & fling!
My heart had climbed higher than the highest height;
And, had also attempted deeper than the deepest dive!
However strong it may sound, my heart always had to fight;
Yet, how astonished I am! My life still lets my heart drive!
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My heart is my life... I know no other way to live.. Wonderful! Yet another gem from the King's casket!