Beneath her every expressible words,
there lies an inexpressible word.
After all who cares for an immature heart,
Which is taken so void and vacant.
Not everyone one has the power to hear the pain of an invisible heart,
the world has always fallen in love with a wild and mature heart.
They often forget that love and care can pierce into every definite soul,
With rays of hopes and desires from infinite poles.
Even a child carries emotion in her heart,
I want my world to know, that words and feelings can also pat her swollen heart.
ANISHA DAS
Anisha Das 