Among man kind
It is not the size of the man,
size of his heart that matters.
There is brave heart
there is kind heart,
alas there is no wise heart.
strong in hero's breasst
tembling in timid man's chest.
Boneless and soft
mortal by content
devine in action
It is only organ on earth works
though broken
Sinks in sorrow.
floats in joy
melts itself in pity
while cold in revenge.
How much it can hold
one may not know
Yet it needs very little,
to fill a great heart.
O man it is frail
beware to handle.
Love is only flame
that can kindle.
If not for hope, it
would have long back broken
hope is nourishing tonic to heart
Hope makes never loose heart
Kindness is its function
Mercy is its nature
charity its product
grattitude its memory
Time is ticking , heart is beating.
Let the journey be merry
to have light heart to travel.
Thankful heart is a greatest virtue
love the heart that hurts you
But never hurt the heart that loves you
with counter number it is born
with every beat it is worn
heart only knows the other heart
There is heart code
which heart less never decode.
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