For me, my heart is just not an organ, It's something else beyond description. A container of tons of thoughts and emotions, Everybody has a different perception.
The size so small, I wonder, How emotions rest there I ponder, It bears the toughest grieves, Though at times it's very tender.
It shares the special bond with my mind, My heart I believe is one of it's kind. It keeps the softest thoughts within, And rest leaves for the mind to find.
I can see the curves of my heart, It helps to keep ill thoughts apart. Coz curve signifies smoothness, So, your thoughts... 'O Meher', is always in my heart.
