Loss In A Mirror Poem by Naveed Akram

The loss of mirrors is openly a kiss,
Home of the triumphant ones.
Nature abhors poverty like little lambs,
Fleeing in the spring, finding acts.
Respect me as if your loneliness acts,
Loss of mirrors is a road of the sea.

Truth of rain is truth of water,
Respect the rain and river of ice,
A courage due to age is upon us.
Why are you swimming? Why act strange?
The truth is the rain, and the rain is truth,
Butchers of meat cause us to abhor
The planet.