Ever felt heaven?
Next to your breathing heart,
So close that you will collapse,
Like a clenched wrist,
Holding your arm apart,
It hurts, doesn't it,
To have so much of yourself,
Already given,
I fly back to the ground,
Thinking it's tragic,
But somewhere it's needed,
As blood dries up,
Sooner the reality begins.
Kunjal Sharma
