Heart Retires

When the heart tires and the throbs are recalled,
Thinkers pass their souls in instants that retire;
When the arrow falls and destroys the broken body
Hands are clasped, yet for ever are parted,

To the lives sundered can Time bring rejoining,
Adoration is a throb of rejoicing, in rejection
When rejecting is the opposite of our lives,
But the spirit remembers, to the sense of losing.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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