You called me soulless!
A savage revenge for calling you heartless.
It was a good diagnosis!
But where you broken open to see its absence?
Where your harsh eyes pierced?
Once I had it, a sullen soul
Dissolved suddenly when someone touched.
Ever since I am rooted in its absence.
Don’t worry about being heartless
Heart is a nowhere place
A myth we carry on and
There are replacements
You can fall in love with a plastic heart
Though have it to teach it to cheat.
But soul is a trial, the court of invisibles
Or tears of laughter
Its not something we grasp but forfeit.


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