Dreams that wouldn't leave her to breathe in peace.

No one to share her thoughts to sleep with ease.

So messy was her past to live in lavish.

It's so obvious she'd hope for nothing to cherish.

Was it the heartless dreams?

or was it her callous fate?

Nobody up for words so squish,

Heartless Dream or callous fate,

Never were her orbs so glassy.

Shabby was her heart,

Mint was her dream, 

But Heartless!

-Bhavana