Atul was murdered.
In broad daylight he was slain.
Finally death had got him.
His windpipe was slit open.
But a bigger surprise awaited.
The doctors performed autopsy.
His heart was found to be missing.
His diary read:
*My chest is empty,
No heart shall ever beat,
What l feared the most,
It only did repeat,
The lover I trusted,
She walked away with my heart.
My HP Poem #1555
©Atul Kaushal