My Heart Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

It is my house
Near the Phone-booth
On the tree-lined street
That leads to a large Park.

There, children play.

My heart always invites me
To my house
As though it owns that house.

Does it live in it with me,
I had once asked,
Though it has never promised
To take me to the Park,
In which children play.
"Why? "
I asked

"You are not a toddler any more,
You are a fully grown man."
Reminded me my heart
No longer that of a child.