My Dead Heart Poem by Naima Ansari

The charm in her smile
The glory in her eyes
She is of the part now that was sometimes mine.
No matter, a specimen from heaven she is
But I oo have got a heavenly bliss,
You must have known this if you would have cared
But you found nothing that could be shared.

Her delicate-fair fingures within your grip
Blind my eyes and break my ribs.

The way you held her tight underneath your arms,
Only kills me, doesnt do a lot of harm!

The silky locks of hairs curtains her eyes
For wich now you are telling me more lies.

Neither I had thought of, nor it was a slightest part of my envision
That the hearts we shared for so long would be subjected to division.

That is neither true, nor I consider it fake,
Its just my eye-sight's mistake.
I never noticd that I was so 'worthless'
For I had no idea of wearing d kind of character's dress.
I had been so poor at undrstnding
But not have anyy memories to bring,
All i would like is to sing aloud
with chyming bells,
To greet you with a long-lastng relationship and bid you
farewell!