Master's P.O.V.
My heart bleeds,
It insultingly pleads,
Saying "you have broken me times",
"A fake lover can only give untold bribes",
My heart creaks,
It insultingly pleads,
Saying "you should not have taken his promise as a token",
Everytime a car speeds above leaving it broken,
My heart while dying freaks,
It accusingly pleads,
Saying "take care of yourself,
More is on your way, brace yourself,
The cycle repeats again,
The cycle repeats again.
Heart's P.O.V.
My master asks me to come out and socialize,
I answered no with respect to criticize,
Reason is then asked by my master,
What shall I speak to him, tell me faster,
Shall I tell him the truth freely,
That I don't want to get myself needled virtually,
My master condoles me with undistanced mines,
Saying "yes, you are hurt many times,
No one will hurt you now."
I came out wearily scornfully asking how,
Then they stitch me disdainfully,
They threaten me not unintentionally,
They scratch my master in a tone unjust,
"His heart is worth this broken trust."
The cycle repeats again,
The cycle repeats again.

© Krishna Parmar