Heavenly bodies and Nobodies

The penury is the only valuable ornament they wear.
Their far relatives who are in the heaven hoax them in their dreams.
They call these innocents as heathen.
Once in a blue moon they come to the earth with their flickered flying saucers and fly in the face.
This flightless flimsy souls who are penniless and how do they afford the passage to heaven?
They regretted and left behind in the furnace named hell.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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