Joyous Wave Poem by Naveed Akram

I must wave my hands and flagella like an animal,
But theory coincides with theory and an animal cannot die.
I wave my hands in the direction of a man who believes,
His suddenness is an alacrity, a mobility, an agility.

I have a man in the mirror who sees what seems dying,
His theorists are showing him and throwing him a lesson.
Force is the necessary world, the world of medicine, a factual
Sign of the worlds, the deterrence is stronger than a fact.

I must wave my hands in your direction and collect your peace,
Dying is my light, death is a bringer of burden so ease comes.
My man is my joking joy, a waiter of the hazardous life that exists,
Many speak to the hearts of mindful men who instil joyous joy.