I Was Tears From The Stars Poem by Naveed Akram

I was tears and enemies, authority and acts,
My soul escaped souls, like a defender of nations.
The onslaught of smiles carried a futile thread,
With deception and with fires of the dispute.

This was war of a destroyed meal, offering some
A chance to die, to live, and to wait, like a tank
In combat, inside the hell of worlds apart,
Like a defender of the rights of human kind.

Suns apart, we stage the revolution gained by speech
Derived from speech, louts of the hardier kindness.
The stars are spoken by the rich, who delve into monies,
So painted skies cause the stars to collide like particles.