Heart,
And it is
Missing
Somewhere
In love
And
Somewhere
In hate.
Heart is missing
At morning and
At evening
At day time
And at night.
Heart has
No hands
No legs
And yet
It is missing
From its place.
I know not
That thief
Who is taking
The heart always.
When I am searching
I find no heart
Is here that is
Mine.
Liked these lines I find no heart Is here that is Mine... very finely done poem..
Very well thought poem...When I searched my heart was missing...Great Liked it...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart does mis in love and in hate. Deeply envisioned and nicely depicted. Beautiful poem. ....10