The Space Doctors Poem by Naveed Akram

The doctors on board scrabble forward in the corridors,
Ahead of those who struggle, those enlightening few
That are abhorrent and blue in pain, never in blithe moods
But forsaking the doctors of the star ship, damaging themselves,
Falling into the mysterious planet with their thoughts and brain.
The way back to the ocean of black space is dangerous,
Full of courage is the doctor who steers you in the right direction.
If the stars were to huddle, their white light staggering and alarming,
Like storms of matter and light,
The weird world of doctors would blow up and explode
Like blood cells too huge, openly a gruesome result.
Our eyes are unfocussed, beyond vision when our faces
Madly administrate what we have at the medical end.
Life in space is outside in, we are in-between worlds of stupor.
Let us hear and point at the bright light called Star-
It would solve us, our health and love.