CMW (May 3,1946 / Manhattan, Kansas)


In solitude I dream tonight
And watch a moth in fevered flight.

It's drawn toward my quaint porch light
And flies consumed with all its might.

Through open window I can see
Its desperation shared with me;

How freedom in this world is light—
And we as souls are drawn to fight.

Though freedom's light may cause our death,
It's worth the risk with every breath.

I understand the moth's sad plight
When drawn to the glorious light.

Though it knows not of human trust,
It buzzes on because it must!

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Rudyard Kipling


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A nice poem -well penned- moth and their desire for light Sir Iqbal wrote in his poem- Glow worm and moth -insect they are both, yet one is clad with light the other desirous to light thank you