Hearts Content

From strangest creatures we desire relief

That thereby consummates to make beliefs

Mocking a tune that I once heard reach

In time’s own learning—that hides its grief

Those blundered errs, either this or that, becoming a deed

Tempered by long patience, turning to inner leads

Then building towards —high on dares—end of speech….

Thyself thy foe, and to thy own sorrows, thy shall appease!

Now comes yonder —uncared along —for ‘naïveté to seek

Th’t one ☝️ customary—long dwelling,(to know ponder,) rooted in deep

Sacred—It comes ‘from thee, full girdled, in seek

As reasons in season, revealing misty deep

Shall I despair such to a passing feat

Or fit predicaments to undying pleas

A baroness as siren comes to seek

For a thought in silence is restless to reach

© ✍️ Madhu Goteti, October 3rd, 2025