The uncommon venations of somebody unknown
by Saheb Mohapatra
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.