The moths worship a flame <br />in a circular motions, <br />As lovelorn stars orbit the moon <br />in a Venus constellation. <br />Chant a mythical choir in <br />a mystical fashion- <br />To appease the divine goddess <br />of love and passions. <br /> <br />A lamp of love bejeweled with <br />cacoethes’s emotions, <br />Bedding a wick woven <br />with wonderful impressions <br />And feeding it with <br />fiery oil of passions. <br /> <br />The moths resemble <br />the martyrs <br />ready to die for a nation, <br />Are raring for kamikaze on <br />spherical stations <br />of the flame housed in <br />bosom of emotions. <br /> <br />They aim to land on <br />Goddess of passions, <br />Mate with her in <br />fire walled mansion <br />Use their burning <br />flesh to graced an <br />auspicious occasion. <br /> <br />The hypnotized moths <br />march on drumbeats <br />-war chirps of crickets, <br />In a mind numbing night <br />-the starlit thickets, <br />With their face glowing <br />without fear or regret: <br />Chant dust to dust, ash to ash <br />While landing on bosom <br />of flaming lass <br />Smilingly turns <br />to mounds of ash. <br /> <br />Lo! A magical wand <br />of resurrection <br />of a golden glass, <br />Mysteriously moving <br />on mounds of ash, <br />Raises the seraphic <br />moths of the <br />highest class.<br /><br />Dr Hitesh Sheth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-resurrection-of-moths/
