A Response Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

The moon has no accessories
but holds the beauty;
the sun with its power at the core glorifies the earth; colors dispersed and displayed
carrying the dreams to their different choices.

darkness shiny and resonant holding the senses and non-senses but
light always traveling in a straight line, bending on follies.
here defaults are many
and the fault lines-artistry ever sprawling;
out of chaos, the globe serene and beautiful, rising up against the falling apple-
sky wondered and overwhelmed.