To My Mirror In Space Poem by Naveed Akram

I see the melting crowds in sympathy,
I mean my words resounding in space;
Have I any wonder remaining in my muscles?
Will my breathing ones be my children?

Their breath stays like the breeze of delay,
The winds of sorrow, and the blizzard.
My birth is my death, my death is my birth,
Life is longer this time, life breathes aright.

When I watch the spirits in their business,
When days meet nights faster than banshees,
Now I return to the years so righteous,
The loved family of time-periods-
The beloved will shine in my mirror.