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.