heart

o heart! muffled in the night in bed
suffer the atrocity of mind
willful torturer, enemy of the heart
in its painful moment , it heats with rhythms
but
hide behind many folds , many veils
it gets lost.
only mind rule with its courtier different,
a voice within, not one of heart
it loses all .
when asked what goodness is?
it gives a dump stare
it is devastating equal to being lost .
where?
somewhere!
where is it somewhere?
nowhere.