Heart! Heart! Lovely heart
The call of a mercantile
Vicious and wittiest
To sell his golden dazzling hearts
She saw one with a lovely smile
Elegant, smart and sophisticate
She made her mind to grab at once
And struggled to reach first in the crowd
She was asked what she had
She said she had one in hand
Neither smart nor sophisticate
But sincere, loving and caring
Golden heart is damn gorgeous
With feel and talk and touch so cool
Befitting it she enjoyed life
As if she procured dreamland
It was on an April morn
She saw its inner core as black
An atom bomb did exploded
And smashed and washed her sanctity
Alas! Her heart is broken hard
In that devastating blast
But, see her! Fetching wrecked piece
To rejoin and erect her life
Even then she seems sometimes
Arbitrate in deep ardent
But most the time she slump at ground
And crack and weep silent as child
Oh! The Damn betrayal!
Who had really betrayed her?
The golden heart or witty merchant?
Or her fate to get betrayed?
Or is it he or she herself?
She went to market once again
To purchase a ravishing smile
And pasted over her tears
And started betraying herself
Smile remind her the comment
The comment of a Philippine poet
“There is always a weeping heart
Behind every poignant smile”