Something that cann't be written,
Something that cann't be shown,
Something that cann't be hidden,
Something not measurable,
That is heart's pain.

The heart's pain is,
Neither by season nor by monsoon,
It's not also a normal dieses,
Only few words and sentences,
Are the virus of this grief.

Only few have ability,
They may understand it,
They can hear heart's beat,
Which is not possible by,
Any best medical kit.

Whenever the heart's cry,
And it become so sad,
Then relieves are pen and note pad,
And then all the griefs,
Get printed on few page.
Like this one.....