My Opaque Eyes Poem by Naveed Akram

He changed my opaque eyes frothing from stars,
One red ear called on these lovely, languid detours;
The stars bristled with fire from afar like starry, starry lies,
Liars could not despise their glare, emptying into the abyss.

For somebody concealed cousins after one cuddly bear
Gave reasons for crying, mooing and moaning like tears;
These boats of belonging gave berth to our ways of waters
Riddling throughout the land or cosmic ground.

Now the calling of a day, a day of lasting remembrance,
Justice grabs its yellow disgust at arguments of the ingots,
They have to be in days to be recorded like the rows
Storming the centuries so full of months and years.