You the one with filthy heart,
you couldn’t see the real me!
I opened my heart to nurse your heart
and you selfishly walked away
leaving me vulnerable
The reality is love can’t be forced.
It’s difficult to stay calm and think logic,
my mind has been taken hostage,
heart butchered in pieces,
I am on display publicly under social prism,
yet I stand patient.
Crippled in love
I stand weak
begging one last time.
Come complete me
else burn me to charr
then my spirit will write my love story.
© Kumar Gautam