।। ত্রিতাপহারিণী ২০২০।। T3 শারদ সংখ্যায় Dattatreya Datta

Broken Heart

Broken heart! Oh broken heart!
Give me attention!
Listen to me carefully,
tell me,why are you shading your tears?
Why are you crouched like a poor begger lying on the street,in a frosty dark night.
Who covered you with the shade of a banyan tree?
Tell me,share with me,
your pain and make my heart cry…
Tell me, the story of the black brutal night.
Ok! I can understand, don’t tell me if you don’t want but you can share your pain.
Your pain is like the pain of the heart of Medusa when she was getting raped and that lacharous person scratched her white heart and left it’s mark to shade tears of blood.
But you know Medusa never stepped back, she had been fighting with her fate so you have to do the same.
Come on! stand up! hold my hands share your pain,
Don’t shade tears, pour it within you and don’t give any chance to any other to make any gesture upon you.
Don’t show them that you are weak.
If that person scratched you, left you, tore you leave that person and moved on, it would be your first step towards his destraction.
There are many people, with the spiritual and soulful heart like the heart of Artemis; the white solem.
You want revenge!
No!
No need, forgive that person but don’t forget what the person has done with you.
Make your soul strong like the shield of Zeus.
Although you are not now a broken heart, you are a healing one….