Heart Of Gold

By Gunpreet Singh Sachdeva

See, you can't really describe,

That heart is of which tribe,

Which is strong enough

To fight with situations rough.

When problems pierce like darts,

And it might seem on the verge of shattering apart,

It fights backs with full power,

And still blooms like a flower.

A heart so hopeful and joyous,

That it is almost near to the Deus.

Yet Strong and steady it goes

Like the Pope's Golden rose.

A heart which is bold and courageous enough,

To face and fight problems tough;

Which can take decisions independently,

With the ideals and morals completely.

A heart so contained and controlled,

That it can never get trolled,

Because it won't express its anger,

Even if the devil becomes its doppelganger.

A heart so kind and generous,

For that, it has sourced numerous.

Destined to end the world's hunger,

It's always on this mission banger.

A heart so zealous for its work,

That gives it a special perk.

Its work ethics is mainly the management of time,

And that's why for him laziness is a crime.

A heart so merciful and patient,

That others call it so ancient,

Because its mercy is one of the virtues seven,

"It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven".

A heart so kind and compassion

That it is just filled with passion

To work as a messiah of oppressed

And end all prejudices against the suppressed.

A heart so selfless and modest,

That it proves out to be the oddest.

Because respect for others

Is not something taught by today's mothers.

Grow to have such a heart of gold,

Modest enough and yet bold.

Then only you can call yourself,

A true and a virtuous oneself!

By Gunpreet Singh Sachdeva