that old heart

That heart lying in the corner

The old with some dust

That heart getting grays as the times pass

But a little bright spot

Rubbed by the another heart

It still beat when the light seen

But the rhyme of the music

Reminding the stories of the past

Filled with sea of salt

That heart feels cold but never to be told

Please forget the ones who are gone

But hold that thin yarn of the snow

Never be the like before

That heart asking for the end

Wait for me till that last breath

Stolen by the time

Now that heart dying in the corner.

Reviews

[The dark story]

An emotional touching ravishing piece of work which is really strong and is adorned by its diction and vivid imagery.
Nice work.

[Ankur Sharma]

thank you atiba I am so happy you liked it.