my heart starts to jump,
up and down with certain pattern,
when there is the breeze of love,
blown on me in any form,
a child in a mall with a lollypop,
an young couple gazing at each other,
high heeled young lass with flowing tresses,
may be the pride in her and him,
a devoted nun or a brother with a holy rosary,
the pious Iman with no idea of violence,
the shaven monks with a plate in the hands,
the butterfly kindergarten kids with broad smiles,
My heart never fails to enjoy,
every moment of happiness,
those are visible in every direction,
I have goose bumps seeing happy faces.
the rising and the setting sun,
the growing and the waning moon,
hugging and tingling breeze,
the fragrance from the blooms,
snow covered and barren mountains,
the milky lightening water fall in between,
half of a seven colored rubber band,
the sky splashed with cues of pallets of a painter,
the running river which is eager to fill,
every hole that are devoid of love,
My heart never fails to beat fast,
My heart never fails to profess its strength.
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