Came to surprise the heart
The heart beat never increased.
though my heart thumped.
I hid my heart in my chest so that it would not be felt and all the blood hid. I guess some think my blood is cold.
When it is what my heart that was frozen with a glance of expectation. Being place on a podium with flowers though not in 1st was never going to change but feeling my heart because I was now In the race was worth coming 2nd. The beauty of my pulse is that it is only known by me and the beauty of her pulse is that I could increase it but with hidden and obvious challenges surrounding each organ. I know none is in VAIN.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem