The Wonderful Heart Poem by Naveed Akram

The heart is wonderful
And my pies are producing blood
For my body has grown a prison
To refuse it is huge.

The heart and head combine
To meet me in the world after it spoke.
The days are few, and I am few but several
So that I desire and might need a life.

Life has a Lord, one of the mightiest
Who created my body and instincts,
Like the hearer and seer of thoughts
Found inside, above and below;
In actual philosophy I see like him.