Perfect Star Poem by Naveed Akram

It instructs him to shoot a blindness from himself,
To see doctors, and all the ways of a human that have been.
To be golden, to be forced and welcomed, is like a perfection,
But then a rule has been in collision with a star above the head.

The dances in the night sky wander to the utmost reaches,
A pole star surrenders, victoriously the constellations are blurry;
One blurs the vision of another human when he or she is in rage,
Thus his or her rulership is questioned, then the stars are above.