Space-Ship

A ship in the stars is roaming around,
Opening work for the very brave.
We shoot those in the stars with stars,
Like a bullet at a heart.
Our hearts are heated by the Sun,
As we dwindle under the same Sun,
Families are diminished everyday,
Looking into final matters also.
We need the ship so praiseworthy
To transport us through Space.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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