The Whining Heart

The heart is pounding is pounding with torment like a volcano!
She still grieve the pang of being born as a lassie
To whom should she share her agonize
In front of people who ought to espy her sufferings
When she laugh ,
She try to take away her afflict ,
But......!
The heart breaks under the cover of a chuckle
In the darkness of night
She dig out a person
The heart began to apprise the misery to the orb
By perceiving the twinge story
The slot began to bawl
The rush that came out of the slot ,
Flowed like a gush of blood
After sometimes ,
A soothing aura formed around her , like a
Profound hush felt after heavy rain
She had fallen into a slumber
As dawn arrives
She rise and shine as an original
"Let slip the prior"
Concealing the whining heart
She apt a smirk on her face
For those who have tenderness on her......!