The Firefly Flies Freely Poem by Shubham Agnihotri

A flying glow-worm, flying,
Challenging the face of the darkness,
Facing the severity of unseasonably cold,
She flies with courage; how beautiful and bold.

She flies as the wind blows,
How it comes, how it goes,
She burns as the lamp glows,
Nobody can tell, Nobody knows.
The budding flowers of the plain,
Deserted of their bees in the night,
Finding and waiting for her to be the bee to-night,
They nod, and looking at her nodding and calling,
But they can not predict her journey and flight.

The firefly guides them in one as they trail,
When the moon is absent,
The stars are feeble and frail,
Go on; move on; not to sleep,
And not to self-pity.
Be agile, be crazy; not to weep
And live you crotchety.

The glowing stops as the dawn begin?
No, Their eyes cannot shrink.
But the sun will sink, She will rise,
She will flash, won't be a surprise?
She has no fear of the cover of the clouds,
The more it rains, The higher she flies,
The more it soaks, The brighter she shines,
Her fire becomes wilder, uncovers an untamed smile.

Those who say they never see a glow-worm.
How could they do with slept eyes and open ears?
All will they get the buzzing sound of creeps.
Against all the odds, the firefly flies freely,
Her refulgence from within is a winsome mystery.