Sky Is Falling Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Sky seems to be flooded and falling
With distress signals and calling
Aimlessly roam as foreign objects
Slowly loosing their heights and become reject

We are large family and galaxy of stars,
Look so close but miles far
Never falling but staying close
Always smiling and ready to pose

We have remained as closely guarded
Many praises and nicely worded
Thousands and thousands still unknown
Few of them have been hardly known

We are distinct and never collide
Some of us may drift and slightly slide
Leave high rays with friction of seconds
Does not harm earth even for moments

What these foreign elements search here?
Knowing not what and go to where?
Loosing heights and blinding path
Always hazards for sky and earth

Debris may fall as sky waste
Danger imminent and not rest
Consequences rare but always looming
Back to earth as homeward coming

Nothing can serve as good purpose
How can artificial suggest ideal propose?
Failed to recognize universe as such
What more is needed to know very much

Almighty around but no one knows
With slight pain eyes are raised with frown brows
Sky may look as if falling
It may remain and always calling