Darkness Spoke To Me

The darkness of yesternight spoke
to me, she discussed daylight,
In the same way as an illiterate
speaks of literacy.
And she spoke of her share for the
exaltation of day.
As well she talked about the moon
and stars
I wondered as she said “They are
celebrated because of me.”
“But I remember, last night the
only thing standing for beauty was
the moon.” I answered.
She smiled somberly as she
understood what was wrong with
me.
“Was the beauty of moon similar in
the noon?” she asked politely.
“‘Fly in the ointment’ they consider
me” she moaned.
I caught on and then lain down,
and, she left.
She went, leaving me pondering
over our dialogues.
After that, I looked up for the
meaning, and I fathomed:
‘Hunger made me realized: how
blessed it is to have food.
And illness unveiled the blessings
of wellness.
Those people talking pointlessly
disclosed the worth of silence,
And who infuriated me yesterday,
gifted me: the potential of
endurance.
Like day and night, good and evil
go hand in hand.
For night praises day, poverty
exalts riches.
And despair lauds joy as war
magnifies peace.’
~ Hammad Rizvi