Heart of a Woman

HEART OF A WOMAN

Tinged with tears, groaning and melancholy
Full to the brim
You, Flavian amphitheatre stand boastfully
Return over ages with smiling face
Relish on the defeated wrestler beaten to the blues
One, who is eclipsed by a game in cost of life-
Within the last breath stares at the beloved,
Once promised not to swerve, which by now is over
The wrestler finds in utter disappointment
His beloved throws herself on the bare chest
Of the winner, in a blooming blush
As if yet today-
The age old love succumbs to
Brick, wood, stone and women’s heart!