Fire Fly


 

Scatters of fireflies glow far and nigh,
I wish I could reach-out and hold them in my hand,
Hold them with me, if they would not die.

Why does life sometimes feel so bland-
The falling snowflake vaporizes before you catch.
So much to do, someone please lend me a magic wand.

If wishes were horses, would each wish really have one to match?
Immortality would be a curse, yet death seems so unfair-
A flower withers just as you attach...

Time is running out, need some fresh air...
Would it be different if oblivion the firefly sought?
Need some air, before remnant of days flare.

How long will it be before I say - I forgot?
When will the glow and the scent fade and I say - I forgot?

-Subodh