True Hearts Call To Love Poem by Naveed Akram

Truly the heart calls its own love
The mysterious vital liquid of love;
So true is the heart that nature
Bends to designs of old and ritual.
My art of heartache is a cure to some,
But to others the beat of the heart
Conveys danger, extremities of souls
And worthy opponents of life as we
Know the life itself.

True hearts are the truth of our nation,
Continental hurt resides in this cause,
For the hurts of the sufferers are infinite.
In this world we see crowds of people,
In the heart we see animals and planets
Full of warlike men and women.

I see you in my heart one day,
Calling to the side of the square so just,
Like the magistrate of ancient lore,
And the judge of deceit and cause.
Why do true hearts demand matters?