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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
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