Member Poem

A Carbon Heart

Heart was busy as a taster of love,
When mind was searching for a carbon dating,
To see the ageing of heart,
It is said, On Earth it is carbon life,
And whales are not fishes,
When we were students,
Carbons were pieces of black papers,
Just as we have same kind of hearts,
We all had same notes, copy carbon,
Some dark, some light, some faded, As
Some love taste bitter, some sweet and some tasteless,
As if the menu of a bar,
Sometimes a year has an extra day,
For extra fake promises to hung on the walls,
And everyday they burst like a big bang in the chest,
Innocence is like a chamaeleon,
That changes,
And cunningness is now a days an art,
A million species extinct,
A millions more to come,
With thousands of tricks to win,
In heart love takes birth,
And in mind tricks,
But science say these days heart only pumps blood,
My heart is no different than others,
But i still wish to have an alien heart,
A heart of Infinite, that can conceive love,
Not a carbon heart .

© Hardeep Sabharwal