Heart Under Attack

When once the barren world inside me blossomed

In the presence of your tendering smile;

The long stored handful of love and care with effortless battle

Was my helpless heart seized unasked.

The day you held me first in your arms

Was my heart all brimmed with hope and joy;

But the day you just walked away

Was also the day where my hope and love only multiplied.

What was then and what the next is

Has never flowed in to the channel of my frozen memory;

For the dates of those unattended calendar

Have never been able to measure my hidden gloom.

Happy would I be if I be chanced

To behold your beauty once a day through the heart of my prison cell

But, enow has my heart fallen victim of every hour,

For what I enjoyed most with least contended.

From which time did I feel all alone

Would be unknown to the moving hands of a clock;

And until when shall my heart remain all aloof

Would still be uncertain to the clairvoyance of any superbeing…