My Gold

My heart bleeds twice a day,
My heart is stopping for my love.
This day the learning has arrived
That I have loved all the life,
And everything is just delight.

Mines of gold are found under this house,
The mansion speaking of eternal pleasure.
My heart stopped due to poor weather,
My bleeding heart is accused of too many riches.
I have desisted since the dawn, and have been obliterated.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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