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