What Truth Is In Love? Poem by Naveed Akram

What is the truth in love
When the mountain air is complete?
My interest is my intellect, sudden
And abrupt like follies and findings.
We know everywhere a reason
For thunder that thanks the risen sun.
Due to the type of weather,
Our fathers are about with anger
As they swoon like dead thoughts
And thinkers, in twists of time
That wisdom seeks to show itself.

What learned men have risen
To greet the lightning?
What thunderous charge is brought
By the blacksmiths of the landscape?
The sunrise bids new surroundings,
The sunset sighs with sensitive news
To the overall populace
That is containing the fluids
Of our times in deluge.