Fireflies in a Jar

Fireflies in a Jar short poem

With fireflies in a jar,

I treaded along the path,

Strewn with silver streaked flowers,

Under the starlit sky.

The moon hid its face ,

Behind the cloudy sheers,

And beckoned to the trees,

To sing a soothing lullaby.

A momentary pause,

Under the silvery moon,

And the fireflies in the jar,

Hinted a naughty smile.

The cloudy curtains dropped,

The stars opened their eyes,

The moon rejoiced and glowed,

As the fireflies looked on & smiled.

Its then that I closely ,looked

at the glowing fireflies,

But they were just little joys of life,

Beaming and sparkling with love and life.

I once again treaded the silver streaked path,

On that star studded night,

And laughed & smiled & loved life:

Oh! what a feeling it is to relive LIFE….

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Disha Bafna

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A passionate interior and lifestyle product designer ,nurturing unconventional, ideas and projects, my tryst with writing began as a teenager and with every major chapter in life , my rendezvous with poetry got more profound. Poetry keeps me going , faith being the primary base of most of my poems. A person who strongly believes that every miracle realized and every moment well spent , makes life all the more alive. My poems are for those who want to just sit back and relish on the varied slices of life, one slice at a time... Love Disha
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The imagery of your poem takes the cake…
I could see it all happening before my eyes. Such a refreshing and positive poem @disha
Your words are so full of life. May they be blessed!


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