Texture

a poem by Purushothama Rao R

Day and night
Day in and out
I observed my heart
Always awake all the time

It murmurs your name in dreams
It remembers your fame in creams

Always ahead of my walk and talk
It moves fast and reaches the goal early it is my luck

My heart at any time never sleeps
And in any point of distress it also never weeps

I sincerely owe a lot to its caliber
I can never forget its peaceful texture