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Aryan Mootheeram ~ Hearts

Found in many different shapes and sizes
It can be molded according to one’s personality.

The heart of a woman is true.
Men think of it as fragile and gullible,
falling easily for the words of a charming man.
They do not know however that a woman’s heart
can be as hard and cold as a rock.
It is fragile but can shatter the hearts of others.
Cold but has the ability to make a man’s heart melt.
Impenetrable but when accepted you’ll never want to leave.

The heart of a baby is pure.
Untouched by the evils of the world,
it has the ability to brighten up days
for those who suffer from the grievances of life.
Even though a baby may be small,
Its heart is twice the size of that of its body.

The heart of a man is hard.
Cold and cruel it only accepts a few.
Those who manage to carve their way through to its core
are protected from many dangers.
They have a place of shelter for when they are sad.
You are safe when you have a man’s heart around.

The heart of a teenager is confused.
Trying to find its place in society it faces many challenges.
It is adventurous and looks for love even in the darkest places.
It will be used and that is inevitable but it is up to its owner
to make the correct choices.
It will need to learn from its own mistakes.

The heart of a person will change continuously.
If you treat it with care, it will nourish your body with love and warmth.
Throw it to the dogs, break it in half or tear it to pieces
And it will make you hard and cold.
You are the creator of your own destiny...

© Aryan Mootheeram



  1. There is a lot of wisdom in your words, Aryan. It is true that we must all learn from our own mistakes and never take the hearts of others for granted.


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