It was monday and your eyes were as beautiful as sky
we were walking and you saw a firefly
you tried to catch but it went so high
people started to stare and you moved on feeling shy
after reaching a few yards, you still wanted to try
I said no and you were about to cry
after all I caught and gave you one that would imply
you let it go screaming 'Fly.! Fly..! ! Firefly...! ! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such is the beauty of the words in the poem that one is forced to read it again and again. The simplicity of expression in a natural setting is another highpoint of this poem. Thanks for sharing it here.