Haiku.

Valedictory Speech I haven’t delivered.

The moth’s love is not for the lamp
nor Night bird’s love is for stars
both of them love for their luminous emissions
Infatuation drives them crazy.

The tiny little caterpillar that is awaiting its wings to grow so that it can flutter by as a beautiful butterfly can teach quite a lesson on self-image, self-trust, self-confidence and patience!

The Moth. A poem I wrote.

Poem about a moth drawn to light.

A poem about winged creatures.

Cautiously fascinated.

Love burns in my heart for you.

Poetry: A hint of daring, love to come.