The Heart Is Saying Poem by Naveed Akram

Saying comes from the heart hurting,
Authority of the heart is a subject of sense;
From afar a thought clings to the channels
Of the heart, hearing the heart is a guidance.

Say through the heart your sight,
Dancing in the light of the day,
Feeling the heart panicking along time,
For time quickens and slows gradually.

My words are the tongue of the heart,
My knowledge touches the bursting head;
The brain of the official is my ordeal,
For the heart trains the life of the soul.