Heart

I bleed through glasses of ivory,
Thick, viscous, slow to move,
My veins, the slow drama of an eternal love,
The blood sometimes harden up,
And becomes the color in my pastel,
I dip my brush in it seldom,
The canvas this skin of mine,
It beats and beats so hard,
My little, oh so little,
September Heart……

35 thoughts on “Heart

      1. I am good as well. Sab badhiya chal raha. Khana bahar se and mess se manage ho hi raha ab.

        Me bhi padhai Me busy. Prelims me theory ho gyi ab Monday se practicals bache.

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