the moon shies away behind a translucent veil,
blurred by floating clouds,
riding on the gale.
with the moonlight fading,
the katydid halts its tune.
I lie down on the cold tar
and stretch my hands towards the moon,
but find myself a little too far.
The stars suddenly start moving,
in utter disbelief and surprise,
I rub my eyes,
only to find tiny fireflies.
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Author:
krutarth (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The inspiration for this poem came from the days when I used to star gaze at night, I distinctly remember the cloudy night where the cricket\\\'s sound suddenly stopped. And I thought, it must be the moon.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
I don't know what is more miraculous, stars or fireflies! Thanks for the little narrative!
wonderful and clever
a good read, thanks for sharing
Well penned dear poet
Good observation
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