Perfect Star

It instructs him to shoot a blindness from himself,
To see doctors, and all the ways of a human that have been.
To be golden, to be forced and welcomed, is like a perfection,
But then a rule has been in collision with a star above the head.

The dances in the night sky wander to the utmost reaches,
A pole star surrenders, victoriously the constellations are blurry;
One blurs the vision of another human when he or she is in rage,
Thus his or her rulership is questioned, then the stars are above.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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