Broken Heart Poem by Moahammad Maleki

Broken hearts are sacred
Because they are repository of pains
Storehouse of complaints
Fountain of dejections and sorrows
And a true replica of paradise lost

They have licked all the sour fruits of world
Repulsion of lover is the most perilous wound without of cure

A recluse bereft of courage
Sitting alone in a corner of solitude
And imbibe from bitter fruit of lonliness

A lone farer
Thirsty of soul mate
Burning in grieves and desolation

Oh, broken hearts are origin of reality
Perhaps tomorrow induce death
To get rid of it
Who knows?