On a delicately scintillating night,
did the luminescent fireflies,
gather behind bushes to gaze at the moon;
for long had they heard of her milky white,
her understated brilliance and pale light,
that had caused many a scribe to swoon!
Awed by the humble, resplendent satellite
glowing without pride in that turquoise twilight
on that balmy, coruscating June;
they lit up in nocturnal sprite
their own radiant inner light,
that heaven and earth are one.
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg