Anger In The Heart Poem by Naveed Akram

There may be danger and anger for the lucrative,
Weak handles and strong doors of higher fact.
Those who are furnaces must be blamed for theirs,
Since the kings and queens have sweetness then.

In your life there is a presence of yourself and me,
My heavy safety is your blend of cloth and clothing;
The fire is sufficient and the longing is the kicking,
The yearning is the punch of a desire in the heart.

The soul arises, the blind men crawl with pens of ink,
So blood is a sorrow for the weak and blind, the sorry.
I am the garden of your soul, I am the lightning of strong
Weathers, and your arms are my happiness of heart.