Overwhelmingly simplistic; yet the most priceless in the entire Universe, 

 

Insurmountably humble; yet the most prolifically talked about from every mouth, 

 

Harmlessly diminutive; yet the most passionately fulminating towards vivacious bits of blue sky, 

 

Imprisoned in perpetual darkness; yet more flamboyantly blistering than the 

dazzling body of Sun, 

 

Enveloped by an ocean of blood; yet instilling compassionate traces of life in whomsoever it encountered, 

 

Bereft of any fragrance; yet propagating its stupendously sacrosanct scent ubiquitously throughout the planet, 

 

Rising and falling placidly like the Moon; yet able to capture every tangible entity in the tumultuous agony of its volcanic swirl, 

 

Not possessed by any fraternity of shape; yet worshipped as the most invincible fortress since centuries immemorial, 

 

Wholesomely devoid of the most minuscule of embellishment; yet the most cherishable ornament of every individual since the first cry of fresh life, 

 

Irrefutably riveted to a singleton place all its life; yet finding an immortally dominant place in every cranny of cosmotic space, 

 

Incomprehensibly without the most tiniest coating of currency coin; yet saluted as the richest of all on the trajectory of this boundless globe, 

 

Philanthropically feather tipped; yet inexorably deluged with an unsurpassable myriad of emotions that lingered in every corner of this planet, 

 

Completely mute and without the most infinitesimal of voice; yet able to pacify the anguished apprehensions of countless beings with an unbelievably astounding calm, 

 

Working indefatigably all day and night; yet fantasizing to the most unprecedented limits with the uncannily innocuous prowess of a mischievously bouncing infant, 

 

Residing in an ocean of stark blackness; yet illuminating the lives of those in inexplicable despair; with optimistic beams of golden light, 

Bestowed upon with an abysmally tiny height; yet triggering off dreams beyond fathomless horizons of the sky, 

 

Comprising of just five alphabets; yet encompassing every word in this world in its profusely ardent repertoire, 

 

And throbbing incessantly in times of love; distress; betrayal and obsolete doom; perpetually spreading the melody of its poignant intensity even after veritable

death; the human heart is simply the best.