Hymn to the Heart by Akshu

i plucked all my thorns

the flowers bloomed from my scars

i collected the red ink dripping from

my pricked fingers

and wrote a hymn to my heart

the one who has seen it all

the one who knows it all

This little book is an ode to all the dreaming souls who found their solace in ink stained sheets. A collection of the whirlwind of her love, laugh, pain, hurting, sorrows of her past years, her happiness and tears in shape of words. All the unsung emotions she pourd on a paper.

this little book is her heart, hold it with care, it has a lot to give