Brown moth –
none like you
You’re not as beautiful
it’s true
as your famed sister
the butterfly blue
They chase you out
of their human habitations
saying it’s theirs
while some say you bring bad luck
even kill you for naught
Don’t be sad, brown moth
Your time too will come
Every dog has his day
every candle its death
& every brown moth
has his butterfly blue
his lady moth
who will love him
even if he’s
dust-dark brown
Your lady moth will come
love you always
in your brown study
make you less forlorn
it is such a lovely little poem
Thanks, Santosh!
Very lovely poem
thanks reena 🙂
This is why I love poetry. It gives a poet the license to feel for a moth what a moth is not capable of feeling for itself. A poet’s evolved sense of awareness adds multiple dimensions to a moth’s supposedly singular existence focused on survival.
Thank you for adding that colour to moth’s life Dr. Koshy. 🙂
thanks, kamlesh 🙂
Thanks , Kamlesh