Astronomer

One metre is a distance to stay when sick,
He who lived a long time ago is too neurotic.
He who loved a fine day is paying some note
To the gates threatening to open and devote
Their time in keeping with lovely customers
Who laugh and describe a year of astronomers.
They artfully gaze at the sky at darkness,
Pleasing me, pleasing the rest of saintliness.
I deceive a sky full of stars, and it deceives me,
We promote goodness in the hemispheres, and then see.

poem by Naveed Akram
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