Sometimes I don’t understand
Do I have your hand in my hand?
Have you broken my heart only?
Ya! What to say you made me boldly,
If you see the top of the sky, that bird
Lonely flying so high like a night blackbird,
Now it’s becoming hard to move a feather
All his sorrows make him wet, whether
Still, no one can take your part
But you broke my heart,
I’m trying to fill all flaws with gold
For you, then I will be the best sold,
It looks like all traps are set for me
But I’m fearless, and for you my heart is free,
For you, I want to become like a tree
It’s an open door, you don’t want any key,
Are all those tears necessary
For all that pain that you carry,
You came first, not secondary
Sometimes waking up is even kinda scary,
I went down to my praying ground
To make you in my around,
I need you, will you please
You’re cold over freeze. I got you from overseas,
Beautifully Penned by Moshin Ansari
About Heartsaysalot – Poetry Submissions
Let’s Write with Heartsaysalot
Heartsaysalot is a quiet space for voices that feel deeply and write honestly.
Here, poetry is not bound by language; it flows in English Poetry, Hindi Poetry, and Urdu Poetry, carrying emotions that words alone struggle to hold.
If you write verses born from love, loss, healing, faith, or the in-betweens of life, your poetry belongs here. Every poem is read with respect, and every voice is valued for its truth.
Whether you are an emerging poet or someone who writes only to breathe, heartsaysalot welcomes your words.
Submit your original poetry or short pieces here:- submit your work to heartsaysalot
Let your words find a home where hearts listen.
Some write to be heard, some to heal, some simply to survive. If your words carry truth, silence, or longing, let them rest here. At heartsaysalot, every words is read with care, and every heart is welcomed without judgment.
Poems Readers Couldn’t Stop Thinking About
Before you leave, don’t miss these reader favorites. They have a way of finding people exactly when they need them most.
2:17 AM
For the hearts that fight silent battles after midnight. A poem about overthinking, loneliness, and the comfort of knowing morning is on its way.
The Clock That Listens
A haunting reflection on time, forgotten moments, and the memories hidden between each tick of the clock.
The Quiet Work of Stars
For anyone trying to keep their light alive. A beautiful poem about hope, purpose, and the quiet impact we have on one another.
My Poetries Fall Like Rain
For the souls who write what they cannot say aloud. A melancholic journey through grief, sleepless nights, and the healing power of poetry.
Sometimes the next poem is the one that understands you best.
