...I have a little heart within me
And I like to bring him out of
His prison and carry him on the
Palm of my hand to examine him
In depth and extract his secret.
Aim not your arrows at him, lest
He takes fright and vanish 'ere he
Pours the secrets blood as a
Sacrifice at the altar of his
Own faith, given him by Deity
When he fashioned him of love and beauty...
-Khalil Jibran (Extract from Leave Me, My Blamer XIII)
1 comment:
oh, after reading first few lines, i was amazed dat u wrote this, but then i read khalil jibran at the end :)..nice piece of poetry..heart is a strange thing..:S
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