Antigravity

Antigravity is my hypothetical force to be wolf,
It shouts and barks up at us in ways of antigravity.
This alien-wolf is lame, is conniving, is deserting me,
When this wolf beams on me when it’s blast off!

Bionic features sophisticatedly blast the skies
With improved propulsion of technology;
Belts and kites are improvisations,
But these inventions are not those inventions.

Antigravity fell in laser beams of height,
Weigh those earthlings in ways known to God.
God has emptied their sin and made them repent,
Short and sure is the antigravity-technology.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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