A Mended Heart Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Well, he does not always
Do the right thing
Take the right decisions
He is human, you see
And as the saying goes
To err is human…

So, sometimes he axes his own branches
Uproots his own foundations
Throws away good chances
Gives his heart to the wrong person
Goes on roads less travelled
And breaks his heart in a thousand ways

But after all these happenings
He gets up
Puts another patch on his latest bruise
Among all the old patches
And gets going

He has not gone very far, you see
But I bet you will never find
A more colorful and lovable
Patchworked heart
In the whole universe