THE HALF HEART

She has a heart, never content

Even when boons were plentiful.

Stood, she on the highest hilltop, wailing,

Unable to touch the sky in her reach.

The sun illumined not her melancholy soul.

The moon threw no grace into her dreary nights.

The man who gave her his full heart

Was never her solace and joy.

Heaven-like lives in disguise,

She admired to be true happiness.

Her eyes, blind, took no notice

Of the riches, she had since long.

Transitory whims were her heart's delight.

Forgot she, to uncover her treasure chests.

The gems were negligently left unvalued,

And her gloomy heart was still just half full.

The little joys her eyes witnessed

Were as fleeting as rain moths.

The love she undeservingly received

Nagged her greedy searching soul.

The heart once throbbed for her smiles

Has gone silent forever, in despair.

The unrecognised love she always ignored

Left with painful insights for a lifetime.

The blissful life she had imagined

Was a mirage she realized late.

She turned a new page in life,

But her heart still remained half grief-filled.