Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Heart's Depth


Life seems settled
Like ocean on earth's crust
Storms generate from nowhere
Things change in a flash
Then a giant monument
Now leveled to the ground.

The tiny beating heart
Hides the ocean's depth
Of feelings, letting
Tides of tears sweep
The eyes of the shore
Again and again.

Strength of human tolerance
And the extent of patience
Are tested to the extreme
Hope they won't breakdown.

Life's complexities
Heart knows them all
It matters no more
If mind will mind them.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 05, 2014

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  • Shahzia Batool (6/18/2013 10:28:00 AM)

    Yes, true...the expanse, the vastness and the depth of heart is immeasurable...this poem has a studded imagery and meaningful lines...many thanks! (Report) Reply

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