Chills Of A Star Poem by Naveed Akram

One of those chills raises the scene of leaving,
Because my eyes distil the vision like brightness;
One arrived, one circled and stood for the chills,
Charity was beckoning its ploy with everlasting
Grace; a gracious man is sold to the soldier.
One grace is better than old gold,
Feeling house after house, one of those children
Are already in unison, in echelon, in season.

One of these chilly scenes, one of those mornings,
Are similar to the adages of a supreme leader,
Our creator is not of us, and never will his presence
Be despised by elders of the city and bushes.
One of those treks are enough of a sun bathing
In itself; one sun is one star of the boldest curbs.

I see houses with curbs and pavements,
I have less light in the deep enough sea,
But the house is my favour to you all.