Doctors dissect the heart,
meticulously, with utmost precision to learn how it works..
To know the curves and crevices, the arteries, the ventricles, the valve..
To understand how this vital organ sustains human life.
If you ask a poet,
they will tell you-
give it a love so strong that can survive the greatest calamities,
give it hope that the wounds it has suffered will one day just be scars which won't hurt,
but most of all,
give the heart what it wants, and it will live forever.
meticulously, with utmost precision to learn how it works..
To know the curves and crevices, the arteries, the ventricles, the valve..
To understand how this vital organ sustains human life.
If you ask a poet,
they will tell you-
give it a love so strong that can survive the greatest calamities,
give it hope that the wounds it has suffered will one day just be scars which won't hurt,
but most of all,
give the heart what it wants, and it will live forever.
Actually, most of us poets write about things we find hard to get. When we get something we'd rather cherish the happy moments than write about them.
ReplyDeleteWhen the heart gets what it wants, poetry goes back to sleep :)
Well written.
Cheers,
CRD
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