I PROUD TO BE A HEART

Sometimes I feel I am a Coward loner...

I fear the mirror, I feel it may laugh at me.

I gasp! ..and turn around to see my past

mocking at my destiny..

I hide my face in the dark.

I peep within and search for my heart..

I find it shrinking in cold misery.

It weeps and questions me,

that where did I lose that self of mine..

who used to say,"what I am..I proud to be."

Shuffling through all those moments passed by..

I travel through the distance between

what was I and what am I...

drop by drop I recollect my self.

Alas! My own reflection refuses to

recognize me..I crave to get it back..

But I am afraid that it might get dirty,

so I dont touch it even...I quietly stare.

It is so composed that I feel the distortion

even more..It looks at me in pity, and I hate

it for that..I grab it in my fist

and sprinkle it back in my past..

So desperately I search for my pride..

My soul is lost I realize..

Its not me..NO it cant be!

Just a breathing dead body.

Dead I say because it is deprived of life..

"DEPRIVED?? NO!",my heart screams and says..

"life is deprived of me..I kicked it away

because it doesn't deserve me..what

is the worth of this unfair life,

to survive, I need no one.."

I smile and take a sigh of relief.

Though lifeless,yet so independent..

Though miserable,yet so proud.

No self,no soul,no life,no pride..

What I have always been is only a heart.

It is mightier than all of these..

Though stamped,crushed and distorted..

I still proud to be a heart

in this world full of HEARTLESS BRAINS.

Though they may look down upon me,

but with my chin up, I shall always

smile and say,"you all fake to be what

you are not..but I am what I am,

and I am what I proud to be!"