a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

For every unexpressed emotion,
That comes to me as wow,
Let me dedicate some lines,
If only my heart you allow.

How many emotions,
Never cross our heart,
Yet that's the beauty,
Of a discerning human heart.

May be the fruit that clothed us,
Clothed our thoughts and heart,
Clothes to cover our bodies,
On the face an invisible mask.

I think the attack of Satan,
Was cruel too hard,
For it touched us,
Changing the goodness of heart.

NOTE :- THE FRUIT THAT CLOTHED US stands for the fruit eaten by woman and man in the garden of Eden . This poem talks about how we all hide our feelings.

Count your every word
All my poems
They pierced me

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