Belief of the Heart

The belief of the heart is extreme,
Inside one finds a mine of gold and silver;
The interior of your organ called the heart
Has a number of rooms to fill;
They are belief and reason,
Belief and reason are always in command
Just as the police ascertain your heart
And learn of the heat that your nature brings.
Hearts do ascertain themselves,
For they speak to yourself alone,
For they speak to the ways of your own,
Intrepid are the slight beats of some,
Intrepid are the mannerisms becoming.
You need a sound knowledge of this mighty organ
To believe in yourself, as much as nature allows.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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