The heart driven by compassion
Beats in tune with the plight
The poor ponders in every supine session
As food fragments he longs to bite.
The heart leavened by logic
Ceases its function to sympathise
As the heart embraces the tragic
Tendencies that no longer empathy prioritise.
The heart immersed in academics
Perceives no nuances in blends of black and white
Indulging in the coldness of ceramic dynamics
Primed for a reason season to fight.
The heart powered by love
Seeks to celebrate sharing, satisfy needs, to sacrifice
For a measure of the leisure and pleasure of a dear dove
Whose love and affection never suffice.
The heart powered by love Seeks to celebrate sharing, satisfy needs, to sacrifice.. Pleasure of a dear dove Lovely poem.. ++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant poem John. Thanks for sharing