Heart to Art

“Some hollow pain eats within
When one adore just walks away
Away from the mellow halo of thoughts,
he breaks the unknown web of threads
What affection weaves without my will
I do not know what breaks me in
And comes like moisture on my cheeks

I lack that courage to bid him stop
Not well known and still I crawl
Into that storm where the leaves tremble
And lips lack voice to cheep him halt
And pigeons shriek for the wind that warns
That the stranger who just left today
May not think this up and all.

‘ Tis hundred times I scold my mind
To stop this oozing of my heart,
Now I shall build a separate hell
Lest you may find I split in two
Being lost in vain from the start.
“