Life goes on with its joys and sorrows
Showering us with gifts, part by part
They all glorify honor yet taunt
For this is the melody of the heart.
We all dance to this little song
With or without any interest
For who can defy the ever-innocent and true-
The gentle song of the heart.
At times, we fall down flat
At others, we rise till the skies
But this little song has no voice
It has no words but is seen in the eyes.
The song goes on and on
The magic changing from part to part
They all glorify honor yet taunt
For this is the melody of the heart.
An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.