What is it about the heart
That the mind cannot comprehend
Why does the mind need to
Repeatedly feign and pretend

What the heart can see
The mind cannot always understand
The heart is a continuing enigma
With the mind liable to misunderstand

Where the heart knows the truth
The mind tends to calculate
About the effect down the line
Once the reality percolates

While the mind is weighing the risks
The heart is the embodiment of innocence
Trickery not part of its character
Subterfuge alien to its presence

Subir Chakraborty / 27th March 2018