My heart intruded.
Mistakenly acquitted — it flew away,
As though, through the fat fingers of a baby,
My heart slipped away,
If hearts could be chained, I would have it closely clustered in,
Naive as an unreasoning toddler,
My heart intruded into someone else’s play yard,
As though it was never on its own guard,
Unbuckled, he picked it up and undid the strings,
As though it was one of his own rings,
How do I tell him this heart was not his?
How do I tell him what heart bleeding is?
— Benazir Mungloo