Dying Heart Poem by Trailakya Roy

Heart it is, hurt no more,
Lying torn in indescribable sore.
Weak and thin, can't make sound,
Lying in garbage, wounded by a hound.
It's dying, so no more trick,
Look! Closer! there's a prick.
What's the cause? who can say?
Tell me at once, to all I pray.
Who dared to hurt thee?
Do you know where is he?
Bring him here, show her face,
Running perhaps, go and trace.
Why are you here? go! go! fast!
Its getting cold, won't long last.
Once it was young, full of life,
As honey full in a hive.
A young beauty is losing her spirit,
Nothing to do? punish the culprit.