Firefly, you are nature’s cutest sparkle,
Twinkling to celebrate the mysterious wedding,
And dance to the tune of crickets and katydids,
Thy single leap in the air
matches ours from the caves to Edison.
Glow the branches like a Christmas tree;
Swirl over lake muddy like a lighthouse;
Caged in the puffs of hair, thou smile,
Starry beetle, thou cast a dim light
on an eulogy unknown
on a grave remote in the forest.
The wind whirls around you,
But you still glow like a candle
fighting for life by the deathbed,
Glow thou in the haze of winters,
Like the auroras of the Poles.
On the tender palm of a child,
Thou glow still to light the future
printed on the rosy, soft skin,
Thou have passed many hands,
And read the lines of
Hitlers, Gandhis and many more.
Sparkle like a gem from
the poorest of a thatched hut,
Make them the Kings of the world,
Shikara, cross, dome and stupa,
You sit on all of them
and still retain your real self.
From the moments of ecstasy supreme
to the predator’s clutch,
thou only smile,
To light and glow,
Touches which a lonely heart
to make it alive and hope again.
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