The frozen heart of the maiden
As the burning flame is smothered
And trampled upon, by her lover
Every tear drop that falls on her *****
Quietly drains out the love, she once had
As her heaven within, turns to quietude
There is no music playing from the flute
Only solitude has cast a spell of gloom
Clouding her heart from the sunshine
Leaving her with nothing, but pall of gloom
She can’t feel any love in her frozen heart, again*




© Amitav (Radiance)