He liked the color,

People say, it was red.

I don’t remember at all,

I am already dead…

He cared for it a lot,

He held it in his palms,

He kissed it under the stars,

I still can see the scars…

He said, he liked it lot,

It grew more red with the love it got,

It was just too happy,

I never gave about it a thought…

One night,when I returned home,

I saw it bleeding,

I got scared, I tried to ask?

But it started weeping…

I took it in my palms,

It looked pale and white,

The blood all went away,

It was soaked in plight…

I asked it, Where is he?

It said “He was one day bored of me,

He took me in his palm,

…and threw me in the heaven’s arm,

When I came down,

my tears touched the ground,

I saw him walking away,

A smile on his face, he was happy n gay…

The time I tore into pieces,

I realized It was meant to be broken,

When my soul,felt it was just a part,

How could I think that he will understand,

The thing he was playing with…

Was my lonely red heart.