I carry my heart to distant places
Only to numb the pain
Only to watch it rekindle
Pricking me again and again
I distracted it with pretty lights
Vibrant colors, breathtaking sights
But like a massive glacier crumbles
Under its own weight
I cannot hold back my tears
Can one change their fate?
My heart is not glass, it is porcelain
Fragile and yet opaque
Concealing my tender emotions
And fears which keep me awake
As I click photographs for random strangers
As I smile, watching them smile
I wonder if I have to forge my heart
In iron, to mask the ache awhile
Or will you gallantly save it?
So the ice melts, with gushing of blood
Come, heal me softly, if only you could,
My heart, a green-leaved tender bud
Niharika Prasad
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