Text Box: The Heart’s Desire I cannot say a word or two, You let my tears flow, I wish to go and quickly too, To where, I do not know, My soul is sore and so disturbed, My heart is full of grief, They do not like to listen to me, Though hearing time is brief, What's wrong with me nobody can tell, They look and stare and go, Now, who is sane and who is not, 'Tis this, they need to know. Munir Ahmad Azim