In My Heart

I have a disease in my heart,
Lots of illness resides in it,
Good reflections will disobey
My miracle, my special love.
Inside the heart is a lovely weather,
Haunting the space of a fright,
The downward struggle is immense.
The struggle awaits and remains when good flavour
Has entertained the fear of the heart.
My heart delays itself with love,
Love is a swarm of bees waiting to erupt,
Like also a volcano, like a mountain of trust.

poem by Naveed Akram
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