Red Red Blood Poem by Naveed Akram

It was a passing fancy of the heart,
When the red blood converges and resists
The purge in a direction you inspire.
The heart has a pink flavor
We must digest with all our souls.
The real heat concentrates and expels us,
Like a real village of the united spirit.
One heart is apt to discover truth
In a world we deliver from the mind
That philosophers call a region of the brain.
Once the nagging thoughts ridicule me
I remark with sophistication on those who
Possess odors of perfume and music.
It was fancy of the inner life
That drove me to flowers and life.