My heart, you are a fool, as you can't think, <br />These butterflies can survive for few days, <br />Praise their vibrant colors, but you talk about the dust, <br />That sticks to your fingers when you touch their wings, <br />Learn to run along the running river as the crows, <br />My heart, you try to swim against the flow, <br />As you want to reach the mountain to glow, <br />Not polluted with sluts of thought to row, <br />In the Jacuzzi of salted pit that has the distinct brows, <br />My heart, you are a machine, but organic, <br />Coenzymes are your tonic, cohabitation is not unique, <br />Even the worms do that under the ground, <br />Why do you stand as the light house that has windows? <br />Playing with light every other second from the borough, <br />My heart, play that fiddle to soothe and woo, <br />These hearts are weak, need some vigorous exercise, <br />Let them dance on the floor of the night lights, <br />Day time darkness may ease their anxieties, <br />Don't scare them with the drums to chase away the brutes, <br />My heart, you are a fool, as you are an organic machine, <br />Our men have become the robots, they need to be recharged.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-please-fake/
