Traveling late in the night
I look out of my window right
There is darkness all around
Nothing can be seen of what abound
All features pass if in a flash
Everything makes an opposite dash
I want to in my nostalgia hold
Deep, profound these my memories bold
The train, it streaks thru the plain
It screeches as if in complaint
The bogies roll, to put me into slumber deep
I refuse to close my eyes, to go into sleep
Walk to the door opened
Stare at the world darkened
Twinkling, winking in the breeze
All far away as if in a squeeze
Starlight covers the earth
Canopy of fireflies, there is no dearth
In the distance as far as eye can espy
Behold in my memories, I of times gone by
The sight of fireflies in flight
Their hurry as they spread their light
Years have passed since that night
It's reminiscent whenever I close my sight
The fireflies that arrive to dance for me
Spreading their magic only for me
Every time since that I have traveled
To lie awake, I have not struggled
To see once more and review
What that my memories view
But never again have I seen
The horde of fireflies, Oh that scene
© O. Sudhir Janardhanan
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