My heart…
An uncontrolled heart
Committed countless mistakes
Appraisal is valueless
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fine lines you got here...knowing oneself is the valuable thing one could ever have or else one stays into nothingness and search wont be over...a 10.
You know exactly what do you mean by this poem, dear poet Aditya Pratap Nayak. You uncontrolled heart, despite its mistakes, whether things may be true or fake. Your poem tries to touch the sky, to sail on the cloud or trap to the stars, to pley with the moon, and compete to Mr. Sun. How nice! I give you 9+ as a start and let yourself fly as a bird this magic trip (like in my poem The Other Bird) , neglecting any failure. Do dream and fly. Joseph S. Josephides Member of the International Society of Poets (ISP) Int.Lib.Poetry awarded