I ask the Moth <br /> Tell me What doth desire <br />The Moth tells <br /> In Fire <br /> <br />I am puzzl'd <br /> Ask the same <br />The Moth tells me again <br /> In Fire <br /> <br />I ask you are Ugly <br /> Not like a Butterfly <br />Who doth only wonder <br /> For the womb of a flower <br /> <br />The beauty in her wings <br /> Arouses my sense <br />The Moth replies <br /> It must be a sheer nonsense <br /> <br />I am again puzzl'd <br /> I ask what that means <br />The Moths replies <br /> A Beauty that only prevails <br /> <br />I ask What is that Beauty <br /> Tell me in some sense <br />The Moth replies <br /> Then make a deep dive <br /> <br />I am again puzzl'd <br /> I ask what to do <br />The Moth responds <br /> The answer lies in You.<br /><br />Shamik Bose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moth-s-desire/
