I ask the Moth
Tell me What doth desire
The Moth tells
In Fire
I am puzzl'd
Ask the same
The Moth tells me again
In Fire
I ask you are Ugly
Not like a Butterfly
Who doth only wonder
For the womb of a flower
The beauty in her wings
Arouses my sense
The Moth replies
It must be a sheer nonsense
I am again puzzl'd
I ask what that means
The Moths replies
A Beauty that only prevails
I ask What is that Beauty
Tell me in some sense
The Moth replies
Then make a deep dive
I am again puzzl'd
I ask what to do
The Moth responds
The answer lies in You.
The beauty in her wings Arouses my sense The Moth replies It must be a sheer nonsense................. .dappled wing of beauty yet riffles luscious glow seems to reel through sense, evocatively ingenious that awes by eloquence of imagery,10+++, thanks for sharing
Wonderful poem which was a real pleasure to read. Thanks, Shamik.
very nice and thought provoking. beauty lies in the eye of a beholder. everything is beautiful in its own way. and yes its true the answers lie in us...... hanks for sharing, take care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful message 'lying under' this entertaining poem...the answer lies in you in me in each and all alike...a moth poem prophetic! thanks Shamik...i liked...10