My heart,
Not a mart
That you can
Take it there
Where to you wish
Though, not fair.
My heart,
Not chaat
That you can eat,
On road side
And through out
Like dust paper
Without any care.
My heart,
Full of golden dreams,
And you can enjoy it
With life filled
Love and truth.
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