My Act Or Dance Poem by Naveed Akram

My new act commands others to dance
In the mirror of their dreams.
How the heavens are revolving around,
Feeding the frenzies of eternity
Like the bombs that blow up and explode
Into tiny pieces.
Tonight the days are to come,
Forward we march to end our
Difficulties for the greater good.
I see a whole dream in my mirror
And that dream was drawn
From memory.
The ideas flow that do flow,
Fluency of speech is extracted,
Only, I believe, the men could hear
One speech after another dialogue
Which the losers were abasing.