It Is My Heart - Poem by Naveed Akram
To long for me without yearning
Lets me leave aside my job
Of power and might, the same job.
Your desire regulates the blood
From the liver, and a heart fools
The body with rushing music.
My spirits contaminate the body
Through the heart, yet I accomplish
Naught, this day I am nothing.
To longing, I request a break;
Sacred sanctuary, what milk is a price to pay?
Flowers bloom in ways known,
My breakthrough deserves better.
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