Poems by
Alok Srivastava

My heart is broken

a poem by Alok Srivastava

My heart is broken into a million pieces,
I don’t care for sun and beaches.
In garden scourged by Lord’s curses,
Who looks to find ruddy roses?

My heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken.

Take away your paradise,
I find in it no delight.
Give it to someone better,
why throw it on a loosened kite?

My heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken.

You savor your precious nectar,
while I spill dew of my eyes.
You go mingle with the happy crowd,
while I drown in my sighs.

My heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken.

You go build your Eden Garden
on a new blessed ground.
Why rebuild the fallen ruins
where curses have made a mound?

My heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken.

You go find a better haven
to lay in your sweet desires.
Why burn them in the name of friendship
on my heart’s wretched pyre?

My heart is broken into a million pieces,
I don’t care for sun and beaches.
In garden scourged by Lord’s curses,
who looks to find ruddy roses?

My heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken.