I
went to a doctor
Expressing fear
For check-up of heart
He carried out
Test after test
And he declared it
To be perfect.
He
wondered
Why I consulted
With such anguish
When no ailment existed
And expected
A convincing answer
But my reply stunned him.
He
thought I am crazy
A fit case for psychotherapy
To be locked up in an asylum
And not allowed to roam free
For I may corrupt society
With a false point
About one’s heart.
All
that I said
Was what I believe
That the owner
Of my heart
Is my consort
For whose sake
I must keep my heart safe.
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