You Are In Loss Poem by Naveed Akram

I am the one who loves most,
If seeing me is bitter, then most will weep.
My face is a solid goal for beauty innate,
If seeing me is better then it is bitter.

You are a loser if you try to win in a court,
The judge resides and smacks words with worship.
Crime is not beautiful, crime is a disease of
The hearts and minds, the reality of the infirm disbelief.

You are not committed as much as the written word,
Yet your soul shines in beautiful ways, according to rules.
Your soul flourishes if hate collapses,
Criminals and diseases are the wishes of the greedy one.

I am the one who loves and hurts,
My seeing is grander than the whole eye,
My hearing is full of the height of the night.
Yet losing is the illness of the criminals of the night.