A Hard Practical Joke... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

My heart is burning.
The heart is frozen.
The flames are leaping up
To scare me more...
In no time it goes dead-numb
As if it settles down in very north zone.
Waves are lashing on
but little feels the shore.

The sneak-peak is over;
Fate has shown its full ugly face.
It peeled off its cover
And leaves a blue trace.

My heart is burning.
The heart is frozen.
Luck is tossing and fate is laughing.
They love to play me and see me broken.