A Wounded Heart Bleeding

A wounded heart bleeding,
Crumbling homes of broken love.
As I fall into the abyss,
With teary eyes, I retreat.
This heart echoes with silent screams
Unrequited love, perched with shadows gleam
Love's pious and pure, though dirty it may seem,
A callous, wet hem, neither hope, nor a dream
While my heart echoes with silent screams
Whose syllable fell, agape and unseen
While my heart whispers silent screams
Poems of love fell, agape and unseen
Broken wings of murky night forlorn, hurt with that sight
Rainbows jaded by this smite
Laughter swayed by this slight
On the way to the class
Journey from black-topped road
comes the strong breeze and scorching sun
sweating me makes slower the walk.
Running in the last 30 minutes rushes my mind
To alleviate those rushness,
conversation with mates makes me better
The long way from hostel to class is that tiring
Chronically the all day repeated
I wonder three years is such a long journey
Going up and coming down
Happiest are those day scholar
closest to the class, five minutes is enough.
Attending half day class is college life
but doing huge assignment is school life
Lecturers lectures but i get nothing
Only i get is into an imagery world.