I found my heart

lying in a ditch

my precious heart

was treated so rot



gone here n there
to stitch it back
place in the chest
avoid rotten tracks


I thought it was safe
to use it back
n using it I found
it was so badly hurt


I couldn't feel its throb
it died so quietly
without any complain
not even I felt


and all that's left
is just some ash! 

 Poet: Muniza Wasi