Last night I heard a doctor saying::
"The heart is just a pumping station,
And its purpose is to regulate,
The flow of blood in our bodies."
And later, while walking down a street,
I met an old man shedding tears,
And wailing to himself, about how,
His kith and kin had "broken" his heart.
I went to him, shook him a little, saying::
"The heart is just like a machine old man,
A pumping station in your body,
So, how can you say yours has been "broken"?
Then I looked deep into the man's eyes,
And could feel the pain in his tears,
While doing so I felt a sharp, shooting pain,
In my heart, like a knife, thrust inside.
For some time I was writhing in agony,
Controlling the pain which had hit me,
In the chest and then I realised,
The heart was not just a pumping station.
That it was much more than what the docs described,
A lot more than what the materialists say,
So, I and the man sat on the side-walk,
And I did all I could to console himf.
We talked about several matters , as we sat:
About the world and its ugly realities,
About saving the heart from being "broken":
By expecting nothing from none but God.
And then we got up and went, each on his way,
And I took a few deep breaths to stop myself,
From thinking about what the heart really was,
Not a pumping station, like I had heard.
The heart can feel faster than other organs,
If a wound is inflicted on us by some one's action,
I knew about how and why heart gets 'broken',
Fir it's an organ which controlling emotions.
And I also found out how it can be 'broken',
And be shattered into a thousand shards,
By cunning and guile and sudden back-stabs,
By friends, relatives and unfaithful lovers.
Even fate can wreak its own kind of havoc,
And break our hearts and lead us to die,
So, I concluded that once it is 'broken;,
It can't even be a good pumping station.
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on Sunday, April 24, 2011).