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My Heart Is Torn
My heart is torn in pieces,
Gather them if you can.
For they are very precious,
Covetous to anyone!
Lust has lost its path here,
Innocence is no pride,
But you trod on it and,
Take a smooth, fast stride!
They bear a touch of Heaven,
They keep my love sublime;
Stoop and pick them up in hands,
Let Heart, beat in rhyme! !
poem
by
Nilakshi Das
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