Flute Heart - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
If you’re going to punch a hole in my heart
Then consider it as a work of art
And drill more six holes with measure.
For I am a fallen petal of Cupid’s wreath
So whenever I’ll take a breath
In the air of my pensive-pleasure,
My heart will play for you like a flute
Carrying sound from the secret root
Of divine symphonic leisure.
Maybe one day the black mountains of moon
Will melt hearing my melancholic tune
While clouds resonate my gloomy melody,
But I am aware of your heart of stone
That’s still sitting upon cruelty’s throne
Will never drop a tear for my rhapsody.
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