Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Partha Chatterjee writes

The Firefly 

They can't see the way
as light glows on their back.
A weaving bird carries them all.
Driving their heads into cow-dung, he illuminates his nest.
If they were mine-workers, they must wear lighted caps on their head and perhaps would not lose their way, even in a dungeon.

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