To be a funny heart is to laugh from it,
Let us belittle the godlike properties in them,
Forming a force of the ultimate design.
To be a heart residing in the chest is a rest,
Fulfilling the promise of your lords and ladies,
Flowing with the overall orders and disorders.
I have a heart of my honourable few who I call
To vent my anger; and formations arise,
Too many columns and rows are livid in fire.
The fires are out, for they are awarding us honour,
A perfect picture of the sane and loyal,
For the hospital and the ideal reality of our liking.
I have my heart in my story and my thinking,
It pulsates and vibrates according to acts and
Thoughts resounding in my head and heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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