Ibrahim Y. Aliyu
*Reincarnation*
*Reincarnation*
At this time of the night,
The night knows no more
eclipse.
It harbours no more sounds of
a hiss
From the serpent's lips;
For the starlight is bright.
Today, at dawn,
Even the Mount Everest
Has to be at its very best,
To pass a test against its
zest;
For that deceased star is
reborn.
Today, by day,
The atmospheric pressure must
be low
And no wayward wind must blow.
Yet, all the swinging trees
must vow
Their heads and sway against
their ways.
Now, against the tides of the
changing times,
No rings of rainbow to
hibernate,
No cotton of frozen clouds
evaporate.
Yet, that dead star must
reincarnate;
Against the odds of times and
their primes.
Against the odds of the iron
times,
He burns himself like a
candle.
He takes the heat that only
he can handle,
Just to bring us joy in
bundles.
Now, our free verses echo in
rhymes.
In this place, the song of
sorrow gone;
For at the very heart of the
night,
Only to us, does he show his
might;
Wherein our starlight
Becomes brighter than the sun.
Ibrahim Y. Aliyu
(8th February, 2023)
Dervisa Grabus Colakovic
Dal se brines
