Night-Rhyme

Sumera Saleem

October 21, 2020

Here comes the night when dreams

Take shelter in the big club of stars.

When it’s our turn to party, we choose

Among moons, a new light to revolve

Between the cycle of death and birth.

We dance not to disturb the universe

But to power the rhythm in the clock

And flex the muscle of time and ballot

Bearing the names of future muses,

Ready on the floor with heavenly grace,

Vaulting a new rhyme for old matters.

Under my breath, I wish this light

Would spin and spray warm rage

Against every moonless night.

Sumera Saleem is a lecturer in the Department of English Language and Literature, the University of Sargodha, Sargodha, Gold medalist in English literature from the University of the Punjab, and former sub-editor in the department of English, University of the Punjab, Lahore, Pakistan. She has published poems in national and international literary magazines. She can be reached at: sumerasaleem386@yahoo.com