(Pic: The Moth and the Lamp, Cesar Santos )
Strewn apart, I look for you
With tattered wings I fly slow
I'm a moth, shy and ignored
In you shade I shall grow
Our names are tied together
There is no you without me
The light in you might dim and fade
But with you I shall always be
If your beam is taken away
In green I shall be forever dyed
Tie me to yourself
I shall just hang by your side
You can never be far from me
Together we form the perfect frame
If you are going to burn bright
My noose shall be your flame
Written for The Magpie Tales: Mag 187.
~ Soumya
If you are going to burn bright
ReplyDeleteMy noose shall be your flame
The above lines are so powerful. Loved your flowing poetry.
Thank you Madam :)
DeleteDamn! this is intense. I like it :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Raaji. I'm so glad you liked it :)
DeleteThis is amazing love ..Keep writing :)
ReplyDeleteThanks love <3
DeleteYour noose?
ReplyDeleteThe flame of the lamp, would be the noose for the moth.
DeleteAbsolutely. Thank you! :)
ReplyDeleteYou are so good at writing poetry. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteSo beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteYou are killer :)
Thank love <3
DeleteGlad that the electric lamps take care of many moths. The oil lamps were rather, brutal.
ReplyDeleteNice read!
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
:)
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