In the deepest gorges of heart
dwells a child-like puny
little blaze,
A minuscule bright topazic
infant flame which glows in
the darkness of shrewd
world of the
grown ups
The little flame never fades,
for it protects the naive
hearts, from falling
prey to the coldness
of the corrupt
The child-like hearts like oasis
remain lush and green
despite cruel parched
sands of the
grown-ups.
Voids of hearts
are like withered
leaves of bygone
autumns
Young saplings do
sprout in vibrant
springs, hope
takes birth in
fissures of
Earth
But the gloom of
marble tombstones
erected on scarlet
hearts forever
lingers
Tombs inscribed
on polished ruby
hearts stand like
rows of platoons
of martyred
leaves
Midst celebrations
of new battalions
the void left
by the fallen
leaves somehow
always hovers …
Hearts of ashen copper refuse to
erode away in surprise torrential
downpours,
Adamant and resolute not to dissolve
in scorching heats & mighty
tempests they stand
their grounds .
For hearts of ashen copper are deftly
crafted to withstand the snobbery
of thundering bolts.
But the ruby hues wither away against
cold lovers who carry in their raven
souls tall blazing fires of basal
vengeance.
For hearts of ashen copper are no match
for the insecure prudish sires who
tremble harder than those
dying trees
The sturdy scarlet hues simply snap
against the jolts of venemous
breaths and indifferent
sighs !
