Recovery Poem by palak bubna

No drop of blood is in the scene
Yet I can hear those chilling screams
Where do they come from and why do they come at all? ?
Then i realised there is something wrong inside
And then and there i saw
Laid a broken heart
I took mercy on it and promised it will be fine
I took it to several places
But it failed to recover anywhere
Then i greased it with a medicine called TIME
Now it is all healthy and dazzling in brilliant shine
So next time if you come across any bruised heart's squeal
Tell it not to worry time is the heal.....