Playing In The Moonlight Poem by Nosheen Irfan

When we ran, the moon ran with us.

We ambled about the compound
with our giant silhouettes.

The summer heat trickled down
our armpits and wetted our backs
but we felt nothing wrong in that.

Our faces flushed with joy of summer-break,
our bellies bloated by 8 0'clock supper.

We played beneath the moon
till our feet cramped and our shins ached.

We knew as long as the moon shone,
we won't get pricks from nettles
while parading down the dark turf.

We won't hurt ourselves
falling over the steps
And we won't have splinters
penetrating our rubber soles.

We loved the moon and she loved us back.