A Hole in My Heart

by Debadrita Sarkar

I have a hole in my heart, 

where a flower blooms everyday,  

to solace my soul.  

But, once my aunt said 

It is hard to breathe sometimes, 

right? 

and once, my best friend pitied for me, 

for the disgrace of God, 

in my heart. 

But, the hole never leaves me, 

in spite of all the curses and scars. 

Instead, the hole showed me 

dreams at nights,  

explaining and splitting the society 

from my own soul. 

And when I sit on my bench, 

all alone, 

the hole in my heart 

reflects a new world of songs and poems,  

healing tears 

recovering life 

grasping my soul to be an extraordinary monk, 

than to be an ordinary saint of society.