Take that tiny blasted piece of a heart. Cajole it into silence--make it stop. For, its voice is too shrill--reaches the top. Thy psyche's besmeared--no way can it start. Entreat thy soul to hearken--just this time. Inveigle it to create its own dance. Because, feelings doth unstabilize chance And this instance may crumble with a dime. My beloved, take heed of my advice. Enkindle the confidence discarded. Trust thine instinct--notice its forlorn sighs. Thou art not the slave to emotions, dead. For, thine own success rapidly complies With thy volition--not with what was said. Sonnet: "Listen To Thine Own Psyche" (c) Own Sketch. #listen #sonnet #diwa #yqbaba
