A
heart
A ballad I sing to you today,
Of misery, grief, pain and tears,
About life.. and about death..
....
With its heavy flapping wings of
grey,
Fear covered the world to
darkness infinite
Ignominious, suffocating and depressing
There was a heart
This was once gay with pride
Bright were the feelings
Moments with flying colours
That pride outshined the world of
blackness
And there was bliss undefined!
BUT,
Today..
That heart drowns in an ocean of
tears
Throbbing and twitching it chokes
in a dungeon
The dungeon, a body without a
soul
A living corpse with the remnants
of its broken dreams
The soul, somnolent and almost
vanishing
Life was a deep threat for it,
Crying had become a habit.
However,
Tears were scarce now
As long it had been since that
heart wept
So long that tears dried!
Instead blood dripped out of it
Alas! The little heart all
scarred
With unfulfilled promises and
utopias
Broke one day and death arrived
Dressed in black. Like in night
mares
That had blurred ghosts and
graveyards;
That had devils and hell in it.
Still...
What would be the difference,
To abandon this hell to accept
death
To free that heart of all its
sufferings
Set it into salvation, solitude
of happiness!
Because, a body without a soul is
ambiguous,
And a heart without happiness,
hostile!
For even a clock without hand is
useless
So what use is a soul without a
reason to live?
But. No,
Death hated to kiss it
And life was unfriendly too
It was darkness and disease,
searing winds and downpours,
Shadows creeping on the everyday
of it,
Flames of guilt scorched it black
Pain...
No one noticed, no one knew,
Its reminiscence was still o’er
there
Just a drop of love
A wisp of happiness
And the darkness could be ditched
Just to smile again Oh what
miracle could it be!