My Forlorn Heart Has No Philosophy. - Poem by Krishnarasa Seshadri
It is a forlorn heart.
It has no philosophy.
Every time my smile is orphaned
When you don’t return it,
It tells me to orphan a hundred more
So that, one day you would smile back.
It has no philosophy, the heart.
It can only grieve over the orphaned smiles,
It only hopes that you would see.
In the heart of the Heart, it wishes you would.
It even prays that you would.
That it is silent torture,
That it is subtle vindication,
That it is silent killing,
That it is Loki’s Mistletoe,
Your majestic heart may know not.
But my forlorn one does,
Because, it is mine that lives it all.
Yet, it has no philosophy.
It will never learn to despair.
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