Heart
My heart is beating.
Every day, when I wake up.
Beating every minute and second.
Saying every words.
Without heart, there is no life.
Everyone has a heart.
Without a heart, there is no heart attack.
Never say you have a heart of gold.
But say you have a heart of love and sorrows.
You can buy gold but not heart.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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