Laughing Sight

A laughing star gathers ground in the sky,
My sky of thoughts and shooting ones,
My apology to God, the ever-beckoner!
Well-versed sages reside in the sky with words
To dash and amuse you, out of their mind.
A laughable body of light is seen tonight
In the heavens as a great widening sight,
Ever-closer to the heap of tissue and blood
We call the human body.
My faith is clear:
You must attain the fame of a god that realises us
And not the aliens in space.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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