Poem/ Heart Beats

HEART BEATS

Love is music of heart,

When small flowers became a sprint

And tiny colour drip converts

To amalgamated carnival.

It is completion of mind,

Where ensure the care of presence

Even a touch feels like heaven

On frozen mind of change.

A beautiful term of nostalgia

Which, loneliness proves meaningless.

Season of cured thirsts and

Everlasting performance of trust.

But I thought, only a stamp paper

Which, settled relinquished promises,

segregated likes, 

Lost desires and aborted passions