He had a heart, he said one of stone
He locked its gate with an iron lock
Flocked on its boundary were silver thorns
But it was once filled with brilliant thoughts
He remembers days when he was young
He had people who loved him well
He had everyone, even two-three friends
But he was left with none in the end
It was then he learned the world’s unkind ways
From then on he was never the same
His little fragile heart was thrown away in flame
He became the fire in the midst of pain
Now people look at him then they say
How cold he is to our earthly ways
They can’t see his past drenched in rain
The little boy that still is behind the gate
-Jan @jahnavigouri
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