My War With Mirrors Poem by Naveed Akram

Mirrors remember my war as it recedes,
The memory of worse health relies on me;
Better news is peaceful for the sun swimming
In airs of beauty and sin, sin and beauty.

The music of the sonnets and ghazals are alone,
In this sick reward a philosopher has hatched
Into creation, thinking along the trumpet,
Trumpeters are relating their woes to oblongs.

Respect shines, respect glows according to your desire,
Yesterday the whistle is blown too harder than the trumpet,
This sound from heaven glistens in the pond of black vermin,
The rats are bereaving due to our tastes and endeavours.