I expected more than what you could offer
You were giving to the fullest
But keeping the one percent away always
That you were saving for someone else.
I was unaware and was living in an ideal world
Until I learnt about your ignorance
It actually wasn’t any ignorance
It was just a deviated form of your average behaviour
That you used to practise with every second person you encounter.
My fault was-
I was wondering thinking about your humbleness
Mistakenly expecting a kind of special attention.
I know it was all my heart’s mistake.
Now I hate the idea of having a Heart
Not the organ- pumping our blood
But the feeling that is called the human heart.
I used to pray for your success
No, it wasn’t me. It was my so-called heart
Of whose sense I have made numb now
I will continue to pray for you
But it may not come incessantly as it used to be
I made a mistake of thinking you a human
You were actually some other creature that doesn’t feel nor respond
Now my mind is calm with no worry, no expectation and
Finally, no H-E-A-R-T.