The heart knows no boundaries.
It sees no barbed wires.
From all the shackles it frees,
It’s innermost depths of desire.
The heart doesn’t see or hear.
It only painfully feels,
The numbness it holds dear,
Or the fervent glances it steals.
The heart knows no sleep.
It stays awake day after day,
Hearing voices that make it weep
And lose its way.
© Jaspreet Mann. Monsoon Showers (2010). All Rights Reserved.