The Heart's Sonnet: A Fool's Lament by M. Zayed
In a world of hearts where cruelty doth reside,A kind-hearted fool, in sorrow, must abide,
Though wounds of the past, like shadows, entwine,
He clings to hope's light, a fragile, pure sign,
As if fate conspired to deepen his despair,
This fool, unfit for truth, finds his lonely place,
But how can a heart, so shattered, heal again?
In solitude's grip, the heart is left behind,
The heart’s own gentle touch must mend what’s laid low!