My Heart

My heart is set in one way,
Mine carries care and discipline;
It accepts what is given to itself,
It repeats and beats, it is shaped
By the letters written by God.

My mind works in the ways of God,
Men and women feel their minds,
Their souls are linked by their hands
And their feet march according to strength,
Fashioning the skin and flesh
Is fashioning the self in ways known to the heart.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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