Sajesh Vijayan (11 May,1993)
What Am I?
So I sat down and thought
Trying to ignore the knot
Which was trying to strangle
Me.No! It's an emotion.
(I mean I'm not tying
A rope around my neck.) Crying,
That I am...Confused.
What am I? Sun or Moon?
You told I was your firefly...
Left me puzzled. Why?
Sun gives life.
But who sees him? Too bright,
Too hot. Creator and destroyer
And sustainer... Holy Trinity!
All within him.
I am mortal (no Sun) . Thank you.
Moon is closer. Borrowed silver
Cloak and a body marred with craters.
I know why he glows his fullest
Once a month (unless he wants to go blue) .
RIDICULE! He's eaten up by ridicule-
Lighting the darkest hours of night
And yet knowing (and hearing) what he gives
Is nothing but stolen light from the Sun.
How would you feel if you knew
That the very best in you
Was not quite yours...More of reflected glory?
Now, now. I am not that bad.
Maybe, I am the firefly-
Meek glow; I know there are better
Others than me who can shower light.
They can light up all they want;
Why would I care? You must stay.
I hate being Moon.
I want to be ME!
Don't want to play Sun.
I don't just want to see
And give warmth...
I want them back too
(Remember? I'm mortal!)
Firefly's fine. I can touch
And be touched. No need to feel lonely.
Now that my eyes are relatively dry
And the knot somewhat loosened.
I'll be off and away.
To attend to the more mundane things in life.
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