Bruised Heart Poem by Naveed Akram

Bruised Heart



The heart is bruised when it mutters and spits,
Like a canopy of trees that spilled its water and rain.
The head hires a new mountain, like the trees
That are higher than new mountains and angry heads.
The heart is longing for the change in heavenly fire,
But the angry heads and hearts are enemies on fire.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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