From the hills, moist plains, and riverside
Glowworm beetles embarked on a journey
Towards a garden for their annual reunion
To share their stories and enjoy the nectar
They left behind females as they can't fly
It's like the bike riders' gangs on their trips
They glowed intermittently in a pattern
On that new moon night, they're the stars
On land buried under the pitch darkness
They reached the paddy fields and stuck
To rice plants resembling firesticks glow
They rested in a big tree creating an aura
Of Christmas lights during the spring night
They flew over the river creating art forms
Of light patterns on the water with delight
They reached the garden and selected
Flowers to enjoy the nectar they cherished
They remembered their friends who lost
Their lives under the beaming streetlights
Their mates who left life after delivering
Larvae as per a strange tradition of theirs
While they returned through dark paths
Towards the safety of their homelands
Waving goodbyes until the next reunion
This poem is inspired by the glow worms I see during my late evening walk along riverside. Image taken from Bored Panda .Thank You :)
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