A Tale Of Heart Poem by Azitej Anand

A Tale Of Heart

Rating: 5.0


In the market of terms;
In the shops of fire,
I am Heart
With my wife named 'Desire'.

Life of mine;
A string in the hands of thine,
In the lofty world
Our colors and speed are same, I foretold.

My shape, a token of love;
My sweat,
Tears flowed from the eyes hove;
I sob with pulsing beats,
When someone dearest to me cheats.

I have no eyes:
Only my speed, senses me to guess the world price;
I always praised at valentine; And, then grazed by human factual sunshine.

'Desire' my love always with me;
I am morbid without her glee,
She always told me: ' My love, we
Always persist inside mortals
Neither is a part of burial'.

I (Heart) asked: 'How my dear?
Feeling of parting suffuses my beat with fear';

She soothes my ear;
Her voice as soft as pear: 'Listen my dear
You are my love named 'Heart'
I am your fiancee 'Desire' sweetheart,
It's you that keep mortals alive;
And It's me who alter their mind vive.'

A Tale Of Heart
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem 'Tale Of Heart' is significant for its excellent blend of monologue with metaphor. The poem illuminate how's in the heart of every individual desire persist and without desire heart looses its fame and value. In the marital way of husband and wife the poem sparks an essence of universal truth which one is sparked by the role of 'Heart and Desire'.
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