False Tales Poem by Naveed Akram

I know not why the false tales stir trouble,
Like talk of fear, talk of hate and no such talk of love.
May spectacles splendidly arise for the better,
To words I have dedicated my tale or story.
The glasses I wear write eastern airs to the rain,
These rains are long and hard.

The list of words continues to speak
About a town or village in the full knowledge.
The disaster crests with laughter and nought will destroy,
Nothing is caring of you and this world of glasses.