The Modern Heart
Her heart is her own.
No more wears it on her sleeves;
No great expectations! No more tears!
She adjusts even its tic toc beats-
No fancy arrows might break its chains,
She conquers its core and its districts.
Now,
Her heart is her own.
She puts her mind in her heart,
She wears it on her sleeves.
She dances on its punctual beat
Lets him conquer all her being.
S.C.P.B
So-called Poetry of Biba 