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Earth Is Our Container
Steaming containers cause melting of the body,
You are inside a sphere I call Earth.
The planet averts its eyes from folly of Space,
Where past centuries have enlightened us,
And decay and crumbling work of all.
The cake is solid, all from space, from space,
After the water lifts its worth and causes stress.
The comet of faith is now like a satellite,
In the very solar system of pride,
A constellation is with us, with our asteroid belt
When without nebulae, when with light.
The present picture is grim, not allowed,
For the future is less certain, as more years
Stimulate our straight sense, on decade upon decade,
After all millennia.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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