The Heart

The Heart.
The heart is congealed like a
huge rocky stone
on the edge of a hill,
no palpitation, no murmur,
no blood clot, yet reason,
compunction, deserting
to a desert ,dry mound,
Many a time we try to
Salvage the desiderata,
The heart functions normal,
Its dysfunctional core
Stupefies some of us,
It is the Heart of Many.