Attached to the Heart

The man is attached to the heart
When he sleeps and he yearns for the mistakes
To be forgiven, the repentance shall achieve wonders.
There is music to be a light at once,
Heavens descend on duties to call,
Highest force has been endured;
We call it a wonderful undertaking:
The spirit within.

My writing absorbed the tale of years,
Opening this doorway of my utterances;
Music played on the harp became unbroken,
Pleasant sights weighed on my harmless eyes.
The state of intelligence surrounded me
As I spoke so eloquently
For myself and yourself.
The man has been restored
By the woman of gold,
And gold shines more than the real light.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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