Unique Heart Poem by Naveed Akram

I have been a twin of the soldiers of the heart,
I awaken the spirits to be accused of delight,
This lightning is rain upon the soul of life and death.

My problems are unique, accursed souls will repent,
But my brain seizes the correct thought from blessings,
These straight actions of the heart inside the heart.

The tongue to roll its duty is a tongue worthy of birth,
Speaking so hard is speaking so well in the light of earth,
The clay is a muddy substance making us what we are.

If Adam was made from clay, then we are all deliverers
Of births and deaths, enacting the young desires, young
Fauna and flora have accosted us in the same delight.

I have a friend too fierce and feared, I have an enemy too
Exact and encumbered by the appalling weight of the world,
My problems must be objects animated by the tongue.