Farewell To The Stars At Night Poem by Naveed Akram

And the laughing gas frozen at sight,
Those winces are fully demanding,
Imagination fends for itself in everlasting bliss.
For the gases combine and connect,
Playing the game of thumbs, a lesser shadow
From the floating charity,
The running of commands from comparison.

Farewell to lads of the whole lasses,
Flee and overshadow them afterwards,
Asking a pleasant news of peanuts and guts,
The same nuts to crack are the cracked objects.
Fine are the stars at the dead of night,
Sweetness has left us with the frightening sky.