When pent-up resentment erupts, it takes too childish a route.A child cries and grumbles its protest. Yet nobody heeds....giving a simple go-by. Giving out a heart permanently is a candid deed of child. Your poem is a spectaculardemonstration of child's protestaudible to God only.
@ pankajAfter all I'm a rare species according to you. :P
Good one laks ...Like my friend wrote ...Hridayathinde oru pakuthi ammakkum,Oru pakuthi Baryakkum koduthaNjan hridyasoonyanum aanu :)
The heart that u gave me, is still intanct.Neither did i lose it, nor is it dead.Had to place it some where safe, for times were hard and i could not bear to lose.:P enganundu enganundu
learn to control ur heart...u know it is very easy to control our heart wid our brain
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