Fire-Flies

The uncommon venations of somebody unknown
Shone in the dark,
As if the moon turned into the bright sun.
It started to wander, started to rave,
Under the grooves, as does a Greek warrior, much brave,
Its tiny eyes glowed every time when the calm breeze blew,
Like as a speck revolving each drop of dew.
It followed the never-followed path,
Finding its destination but unknowingly lighting the dark.
The waves too saluted, mountains too bowed
To greet the tiny fire without heat,
But periodically showing its greatest feat.

by Saheb Mohapatra

Comments (3)

In dark fire flies to greet tiny heat with wonderful imagination. Very nicely penned this poem is.
Beautiful write with quiet Interesting lines... The waves too saluted, mountains too bowed To greet the tiny fire without heat, But periodically showing its greatest feat. Loved the way fire flies glowing....
Phenomenal write with beautiful words.............very nice