Bleeding Heart - Poem by Tulsi Shrestha
My wounded heart, still beats for your love
Tears from my eyes, still flow for your view
These are my griefs, not just simple dews
Have you ever noticed, pain of aching heart?
I'm still alive with wounded, bleeding heart.
I'm blind to see the mask above your face
You enforced me to lie above grave street.
How can I trust the land beneath my feets
You inflicted on me as a hunter of death
I'm a wounded bird with broken wings
My own beloved, waiting me to die.
To tear my red flesh, for her own joy
My heart beats, its last beat for your love
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