I have a heart, in trinkets that I bring for thee
It’s special for it comes with a key
To unlock and discover its mysteries
It has passed through a few hands I hear
Was broken and bruised a few times, they swear
To me, it looked all fresh and new
Mended well with all it’s bruises healed
Emptied of all it’s junk I see
It carries in it no grudges or animosities
Who shall take on to bear it
To care and protect it sincerely
To cherish it for life dearly
To consider it as the most precious gift in the world
that there can be...
© 2013 Pallavi Mahajan


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