In My Heart Of Hearts Poem by Naveed Akram

I was bothering your throne of business,
In the name of heaven the routine,
In this much disputed heaven of zeal.
I was badly suffering, so terrible a man
Introduced his ilk when bad ideas
Were promulgated in the vein of kings.

My hands were in my heart,
I don't know how it swirls,
Letting my prayer turn to so much
More than littleness,
I saw my handsome eyes and ears
Warn the believers of their repentance
To be carried out in triumph,
So events moved despite the impeding
Matters of the flesh.

A shiny thing was so terrible,
All over the world my prison,
Always a telephone had begun,
In this night of fortune and fortunate men.