This heart, if like a flower provides fragrances to othersThen it also tramples the love for and memories of those who prick it with their thorns As this heart isn't made of flowers.

When fear flutters me I close my heart's shutter for preventing its entry inside me.© SPRIHA KANT

I write my heart out to curtail my agonies and frustrations.© Spriha Kant

Avarice consumes soul.Jealousy burns heart.So why humans cling to these two ?

When fears flutter me, I close my heart's shutter for preventing its entry inside me.© Spriha Kant

When words cudgel, the heart is bruised deeply.© Spriha Kant

The words quivering on the lips oncoming out from the heart gesture poetically.

Some hearts are too solid to be liquefied by the heat of kindness.