Dedicated to my heart

I did not listen to you,
and Followed your words very few,
never ending demand.

I always wanted to be standing tall,
I considered your voice as a spell
which can make me fall,
tearing apart the sound deep inside,
I always supported my mind.

I know I was no wrong with my deed,
not even a selfishness shown to any one else indeed.

But infront of the mirror standing,
I can see you grown old, shattered with long denial,
I wish you could pamper me as you used to do.

I promise you I will listen to you,
I have achieved many but rejoiced very few.

I know you never betrayed,
never stopped spreading,
fresh hope and promise every day,
with every pinch of blood in the veins.

I can hear you beating in the silence of my solitude,
Carrying blood to every limb of mine.