I am quieter,
I don’t want to strain to hear
Monsoon birds twitter now;
I hear them though, in the morning,
Some calls seem weak, some strong…
I am sadder,
As I look at all I hold dear;
Grave lines serrate my brow
While I question all my yearning
That can’t tell right from wrong.
When you loved me,
Against us, the world could be,
For we prevailed
And faced it, valiantly.
Now you have gone.
The world lashes, with jibes and jeers –
And I stand yet –
Despite your loss and all my tears.
When a heart is broken,
It is a quiet event;
And words get spoken
None can prevent.
Yet a heart is broken
So Nature reflects the pain:
Fell things are awoken,
Fire and fume, ice and rain.
Feelings are cyclones;
Tears are a flood;
Fears are the crones
That demand blood.
The very earth rumbles;
The skies are torn apart;
Every pulpit crumbles,
At the breaking of a heart.
Hearts Still Care 
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