Once a heart surgeon opened the heart
Of none other than his own sweet heart
To find any residue
Of love at all to him due
And broken he wept, a bleeding heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the plot is just extraordinary.. a poet in a heart surgeon or of any profession tries to open the heart of his sweet heart to find out nothing is due to him is left there is simply heart wrecking.. wonderful..