OK one last try to show you the winning poem...

And finally a poem by Kishor Adhakari title: "My Heart"

My small heart,

The natural electricity powerhouse of my own

Beats like a fist

Against my rib case

Thumping desperation

To burst out and roam

Further than my chest

Far beyond my rib case

Throbbing,

Pulsing,

And beating forever and ever  

 My mom used to say, serve the poor

 Lord Buddha says, love the poor,

 I do have the heart that makes me kind;

The heart that rules my mind.

 The miracle is the way you boom,

 Unprompted since i was 5 mm

 Inside the mother’s womb,

 Sometimes let me feel your presence,

 And bump inside the four rooms

From dawn to dusk,

And round the clock,

You are there for me,

Vigil all the time,

Supporting life even when

It is all alone.

Why does it feel this way?

The exact same thing

every day

I have no more to say,

I have no word to say,

How divinely and supremely

I am proud of you

Simply because, you are the

reason i am,

You are all my reason.