How many hearts have I healed!
Why should my heart today,go out of rhythm,
Like a mad musician's,maddened drum?
The pains caused by one' own blood,
With pressures unfelt and unknown,
Are thumping on my vessels of hope.
Will the heart that belongs to me,
Take a holiday for a fatal pause?
Hearts are like hyacinths on flowing waters.
With rising waves,they waver and sink.
When a stitch not in time,fails to save the sinking ship,
The stoic shores will have to take the last loaded whip
And hail the terminal attack with a serene, stealing smile
Meeting memories of lives saved,in a trim, thoracic style.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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