One Astronomer

I need the sky like a stage has been performed,
Stages of the astronomical man seem to resonate.
His accusation seems strange to humankind,
The stars of our love occupy and astonish,
We feel their fading and dying, opening our hearts,
Feeling us with half-drunkenness, such poverty and anger!
This Earth felt crazy when the ice age elapsed
Leaving our closets and cupboards with clothes.
We need no stars in the sky, we have something,
Our lives are made of the blood of humans whose intellect burgeons.
I need the daylight and twilight, I love them,
But we see the stages of an astronomer like me.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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