Being a glowworm
glows all the time in term
sends light with a twinkle
beautiful to see it fly in the dark.
Had been my pastime in my school days
I used to go about in a chase
caught the worm and locked it in a case
when everyone went to sleep
opened it to see the worm glow.
The light it emitted was in tri colours
orange, green and red multicoloured
opened with a hope it would be green
lo! it happened to be red in a sheen
the way I was tricked by the worm in captive.
I left a piece of grass for it to eat
went to sleep with a feel upbeat
in between got up to find the worm intact
the night passed on with sleep not intact
the glowworm caught my fancy for long.
Be the plays of children in their days
might seem insignificant to the rest in ways
they carry a sensitivity so close to the child’s heart
never would she be able to forget the cast
like the glowworm which held me in a trance.
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