Name without a Name

— Saikat Nandi

The garden cherry like a lone monarch,
Stands beside the grave of the fireflies.

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Wind wails late at night,
Fireflies accompany the lantern in dark.

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Moonlit night,
Oh dear weaver,
Carrying the firefly in your nib.

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