In Matters of Heart

Who understands the other’s plight and pain?
All expectancy of concern is but in vain;

Everyone gets the moiety of one’s kismet,
Why should we of others’ wellbeing complain?

My secret felony is flagrant to me, blazing internally.
God, how shall I from my soul scrub this stain?

I hide my true face from all of them,
To salvage myself I flaunt and feign;

This fickle world regularly overpowers my will,
Like the moon I always wax and wane;

I try to be wary after every misstep,
Yet I lose my footing time and again;

With my cautious bets in matters of heart,
Dinesh, there’s no profit, there’s no gain!