An aching heart,
longs for a world away from all the pain and suffering;
to breathe in a world where it can be loved,
cherished without fear of being forgotten or shared;
a world where it create without being judged on material criteria
in a world where only it exists with all its might and no one judges it for being left alone on this planet…

An aching heart,
longs for the same love and care that it has always known from the moment it was planted in the womb of its mother;
a world where it opened its eyes and everything was loved and respected,
a world where its tiny wishes were its own and were fulfilled without expecting it to justify its existence,
a world where there was only love and no puppeteer to pull any heart’s strings as per its own desire…

An aching heart,
longs for a world whom it can call its own without having to fight for it;
a world where every word stays the same as committed on day one,
a world where its accepted truly and openly for being itself only,
a world of hope respect love and equal opportunities,
a world where it never have to beg for its love to be reciprocated in even better manner…

An aching heart,
longs to beat to its fullest one last time before shutting off completely;
in a world where it won’t have to fight for the love it desires,
a world where it won’t have to justify its existence for being unable to present its roots,
a world where respect is the foremost priority than double standard cultural gyves who decide who to love and who to play with…

An aching heart, longs for world…
Oh! You poor aching heart

~ MadihaM