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The heart of steel: A poem by Kirti V

  

A stern face, confident eyes,
A poised gait and mature look.
Expressions were a miss,
Making her look like ice.
 
Does she possess a heart?
Wondered the onlookers.
Some thought she had a heart,
Made of steel, that never hurts.
 
One crisp winter morning,
Changed the perceptions.
As the sky was drizzling,
And the doorbells ringing.
 
She let a gasp of despair,
As two boxes welcomed her.
There lay wrapped in tricolour,
The two men, whom she loved the most.
 
She let out a cry,
A cry that deafened the sky,
A cry that broke the hearts, 

 Including her heart of steel.


 

Kirti V