A man devoid of heart

He was a man devoid of a heart……..
He was like a machine which works for nothing
Just to end up as scrap…..
Lived all the years on his own
Without any help and without any thought
Of any one lived around him
His days were dim….
And nights were not calm.
He was so calculative and
Took every decision after much pondering
There was no passion and there was no affection
Towards anybody he met in his life

He was a man devoid of heart…
He did everything for a reason.
And a was a success in profession
He was called as victor by every one
He thought himself as invincible..
As days go by his heart was transformed to a programme
A programme which runs routinely -
Which gives the same result without a little flaw
Knowingly or unknowingly he was loosing his heart -
He never saw a rainbow instead –
Saw a seven coloured mark in the sky
He never heard music instead a flow of noise


What makes a man humane -
What gives charm to the days in your life
Loosing that will make u hard
Loosing that will make u a machine..