Poems by
Azka Ali

The distant star

a poem by Azka Ali

A distant star
Looks over me
As I cry myself
To sleep
Every night

No, no sympathies
No sorry feels needed
For I have it;
That star.

Who takes care of me
While everyone’s asleep.
However distant it is
I know it sees
It understands me
Better than many
Who’re close to me

One night last week
I had a happy day
So I quickly
Fell asleep
Ignored the star,
My saviour.

And the next night
I lay again
My pillow soaking up,
Eyes burning,
But glued to the sky,
Waiting for it
To reappear
To just be there

But it was all clouds
And fierce thunders
I lost my friend
The distant star.