Tuesday 1 September 2009

Poetry 2009 ThirdPrize Aliya Khan

The Friendly & The Unfriendly Communion

The stars have gone wild and invisible,
the moon hides its weak face
behind patches of cloud,
The moth hour has buried
the old sun in a dark graveyard
where the wild stars
have been coffined before.
Wild the night
and the spirits wilder
roaming in a cyclonic orbit,
I know the stars,
the moon and the sun
all befriend when the spring
heralds and goes on
to the last breath of its longevity.
But I don’t care
whether it is spring or winter,
whether the stars are wild or mild,
I keep going on
though the going gets tough.

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