Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
My Sad Heart
My sad heart whines for the tiny blood
And the tiny mind of the wearer,
Comfort enters the fold and delivers,
When do peaceful signs excite you?
The yard of hatred is to be fought with love
As the garden of strife is upon us.
Awe enters the mind with force and engagement,
Love is the empty head and the empty heart
For all our thunderous remorse.
May the plump heart be an awakened part,
Full of energy that resides in the brain.
Comments about this poem (My Sad Heart by Naveed Akram )
Top 500 Poems
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
William Ernest Henley
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings