My Heart Is Being Wild

My heart is being wild,

I’m pretending to be

Calm and cool type.

It has nothing to do

With the lover of my choice.

May be, you can think

Because my heart is being wild.

I’m not amiss to think

It as a beautiful woman

Unfurling her wet hair to dry

Sunbathing in hot summer days

Crazily watching the night sky

Counting the stars

Having imaginary conversation with moon

It goes beyond

The concept of pure and impure

Right and wrong, why?

I feel the wind blowing

Against all the odds, we talked about

I feel the happy dancing feeling

Linger more, as I push it away.

I’m not amiss to think

It as that little girl in her frock

Wearing shiny glow on her face

Back then, when my heart was really wild

Dauntless and shy

Such a silly merger of both

I never thought of wild

It was the natural way

To let it survive

I know it’s supposed to be a poem

And it has to rhyme

And form meaning from unsaid words

Putting pieces of puzzle in right place.

But that’s the little girl writing!

I know,

My heart is being wild,

I’m pretending to be

Calm and cool type.

And you know,

It has nothing to do

With a lover of my choice.

May be, you can think

Because my heart is being wild!

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