Games are over
friends gone.
Anticipating night,
twilight switches on
Heavy the air
With unknown fare.
Patch of light from
wooden pole with bulb alone.
Insects swirl
around its pate,
drawn to its glare
in a frenetic way.
wooden pole with bulb alone.
Insects swirl
around its pate,
drawn to its glare
in a frenetic way.
Wings soon scorched
tar below beckons,
writhing body
later dead.
tar below beckons,
writhing body
later dead.
A warning to beware
of lights a glare?
If at all blinded
become not shrouded.
of lights a glare?
If at all blinded
become not shrouded.
Can be taken as a story of the flies we used to see on bulbs. They would fly close to the light after dark. in the morning all that would remain were the wings on the road. The fleshy part being eaten by other prey and even collected by neighbours who would cook it.
Can also be interpreted in a way we Indians grow up with sayings about treading carefully in life especially when attracted to flashy, attractive things and circumstances
My post in Sulekha http://creative.sulekha.com/lights-beckon_472294_blog
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