You know what,
Our Cardiac Muscles are highly
resistant to fatigue,
But mine still yearns for rest.
Our Optic nerves
millions of nerve fibres,
But mine blurs sometimes.
Our eye eyelids protects our eyes
But close my eyes and
wish luck on my eyelids.
Our brain's memory capacity
is virtually unlimited,
But I beg my brain to delete all my bad memories.
So that, atleast
after I am gone,
Even my 206'th bone
could lay peacefully...
Giving its heart rest,
and my eyes closed
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YOU ARE READING
The Lost Chunk Of Myocardium
PoetryThe feeling all of us felt...but never expressed...just like the lost chunk of our heart muscles (Myocardium)
