Bud that never Blossoms

I'm a Heart
With an Art

Not of Living
But of Listening

To my fellow hearts
Their Stories are never Short

One cries of Lack of People around
One dues with lots of troubled around

Science had developed to a Stage
Where the Heart can be moved to a new Cage

Here the cage is not just another body
But a human i.e.., it's now again Somebody

So Places may change but not the Fate.
As a Heart, wherever I am, I'm Desperate...

Because at border of a Nation
I'm seeing War and it's Correlation

In the internal, the windows of me...
Are the eyes in Blues...

Which always witness... not just natural calamities
But of the people's behavioral cavities...

Which can never accept any pairs
And hence don't have any repairs

So I'm watching.... not bonding
But suffering due to it's Absconding...

Where will this finally Lead to...??
Why should, one, in first place, should always Screw..

We should, in this stage of World, be
True cast and Crew...

So I'm suffering from Lack of Love
I wish only this could be Showered hereafter

Without which, I can't Blossom
But always remain as a Bud...