The Firefly

An old, old, old poem. Wrote this while in my first year engg... too busy to write an original blog entry these days, so rehashing the old...

The Firefly

Far away in the night she glows,
A burst of light in darkness, unrelenting
So far away, she seems so close,
Astounding - and yet so comforting.

She is freedom, divinity, hope,
For those who in the darkness grope.
For they are lost, and cannot know,
Only through her can they grow.

The night her playground,
She is graceful, a miracle.
Yet perfection she knows not,
And confronts many an obstacle.

Still she is perfect - she can fly
On the wings of intellect, my imagination.
She tries to unravel the mystery of the night
And also, that of creation.

Her light only lasts a moment - however,
It is enough for those who know,
That the light is a chance, forever,
To come to cherish, love and know.

And rarely, when her light is dim,
And I look out at the sky,
I see her sisters, there - serene,
And on their wings my brothers fly.