My heart is broken, again and again.
And that is why I must heal
Broken hearts of others.
I have seen shadowed eyes of heartache,
Pale face of broken heart,
Caged song of sorrowful soul.
I have heard my broken heart
Crying alone
Day and night, in corner of a room.
Alone. All alone.
I have seen him
Achy and awake, night after night.
I have heard him
Talking to his self, incoherent talk.
Perhaps,
None sings song of a broken heart
Better, than I do.
I would sing that song to those
Who are so heartbroken,
They can't feel themselves anymore.
O friends, if a broken heart
Does not care another broken heart
Who else would?
© Arun Maji
Painting: Edwin Longsden Long
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" one sings song of a broken heart; Better than I do" Beautiful theme wonderfully conceptualized and versified. Thanks for sharing.10 points.