You know not,
What it could be?
It’s not the agony of my heart,
It’s not the murmur of your memory;
It’s just another piece by an amateur poet
Of some other land.
Listen!
What I speak,
Awake or asleep;
Lend me your ear,
My love!
My heart is jumping into my throat,
My tongue catches its rhythm,
Then speaks to you in a soulful tone;
Please lend me your ear,
My love!
Listen!
To the symphony of my wet kisses blown in the damp air,
To the melody of myriad pain composed by my ischemic myocardium,
To the poignant verses written by my frozen fingers dipped in blood,
To the unspoken words of an oblivious soul having a flow of Nile;
To the unfelt vibes of divinity overpowering my humanly lust.
Listen to it just once,
Then either embrace it or break it;
It matters not,
As I know one thing for sure;
The language of a pure heart can never die unheard.
Today or tomorrow;
It will reach the stony heart,
I won’t mind that delay,
As you know that too;
My heart can never be denied.
July 05,2009
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/language-of-my-heart/
