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Falling moths!
It was midnight as I passed by the street,
There were street lights, that cast shadows elite,
Long and elongated, as if to boast and bluff,
A macabre sight with fiendish stuff,
Shadows that scared their casters,
As if they were signs of foreboding disasters,
I still walked my course one step at a time,
While the shadows committed their emotional and visual crime,
Of intimidating the walker’s will and courage,
But I knew they had a surmised existence and it tamed my rage,
Then suddenly a moth fell over my shadow,
I stopped, I could clearly feel its bravado,
For the love of light, it dared the night,
Even if it meant the moth was destined to be a fallen knight,
But the night didn't know it kissed the light a 100 times,
Before it fell just for the destiny’s sake, and for no felony and no crimes,
Because if it is a crime to love light then I shall commit it too,
And like the swarm of million moths I shall kiss the one I love even if it begets me a moth-like fate too,
The fallen moth shivered and flapped its failing wings,
As it lay covered in the shroud of light that silently, every night a dirge sings,
To honour its all lover moths who fall just to kiss it,
For even Gods and prophets have died to kiss it,
The light, the light that reveals the true passions of a romantic moth,
And the light that guides every traveler on life’s path,
And tonight as moths flapped their failing wings over these bluffing shadows,
I thought of you my love and then the endless sorrows,
But the moth that fell over my shadow and died not suddenly but moment by moment,
I heard it say, “the kiss of light, the kiss of life I had eventually felt!”
So whenever I cross the street and street lights during the night,
I think of you, I think of the moth, I think of light and then everything disappears from sight,
And I see an infinite swarm of moths flying towards the sun,
For the divine light shall fulfill the promises that here for the moth were left undone,
And the eclipsed sun, that you and I see,
Is actually an infinite swarm of moths kissing the sun, that appears to be a solar eclipse to fools like me,
So let the fallen moth rest over these shadows in peace,
And let the night moan these gallant lovers, whose valour is stronger than the warriors of Greece!
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