Apr 2017
I asked a puzzled Moth
Rather begged it,
To set its wings
on my skin.
To rest its legs
on my bones.
For a much brighter light,
-more than the moon-
-more than a flame-
Shines within.
Rather begged it,
To set its wings
on my skin.
To rest its legs
on my bones.
For a much brighter light,
-more than the moon-
-more than a flame-
Shines within.
©Babra Shafiqi
(Kashmir)
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