It Is My Heart

To long for me without yearning
Lets me leave aside my job
Of power and might, the same job.
Your desire regulates the blood
From the liver, and a heart fools
The body with rushing music.
My spirits contaminate the body
Through the heart, yet I accomplish
Naught, this day I am nothing.

To longing, I request a break;
Sacred sanctuary, what milk is a price to pay?
Flowers bloom in ways known,
My breakthrough deserves better.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!