It Is Strict Poem by Naveed Akram

A saw a star fall on the half we call the West,
And then a star rose, farther than the eye,
Faster on the space it travelled, kissing us on the face,
Opening its heat and radiation, just in reliance of us.

I saw you stare in the mirror called the Universe,
And saw halves and quarters of bodies and planets;
Up in the light, again in silence, a star roared when seen
Again in the sights of people who bred, bled and believed.

I may see a unique actor, a single actress see another man
Who watches, with faults and perfections.
I can endure them with my emotions, bless them,
As though they were my family, but never.

The universe is strict in its family, as the acts it contains
Are only from a maker, a breeder by best standards;
One who does more than beget, more in a furnace
And a missile is discharged.
He wants to disgrace the stars if they blink,
But why do you cry when it is strict?