Loves colonialism

When I converse with my own heart, I feel as if, I have already lost my soul Since I often find myself, petrified by the Psychological limitations of my mind, And most of the times, I stay as silent As the lovers heart, shocked by the Unforeseen demise of their beloved, But still the unconscious motivation For the loves colonialism makes me Utter few insurgent words to my own Heart, for the paradigm of free love, That differentiates no race, no religion No cast, no creed, no hate, no greed But rather it binds all the mortals??? heart With the stripe of infinite loves bond To prevail peace and joy in this Earth Like an aurora???s glow that illuminates Even the gaping darkness of the night So, whenever I converse with my heart I feel as if I have already lost my soul And I converse with my heart no more Hoping for the love to soothe my sore