Forgive Me Poem by Naveed Akram

You forgive and moan if that could be,
It cannot moan that far, look;
And see now, why it glints in the eye
When I saw you speak and forgive.

“It disgusts me! ” you used to say,
Avoiding, guiding, and shivering;
You see a mirror, and in it, look:
A vision of me, as it shivers with silver.

It, the light of the mirror, guided me,
Like decaying bodies of flesh do shine
In the layers of time, the time that passed,
And left me with a vision of you, forgiving me.