Stars in the Cosmos

The stars at rest are beautiful puddings,
Of working out readiness and preparation.
The stray stars betray and their glare is annoying,
You stay in a corner forever and stare at the darker sky.

A cosmos will define alacrity,
Cold is the evening of delight,
Of affectionate nature to the poor,
As a star will fill the poor with heat and light,
Like a huge fortunate star.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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