"You Never Asked"
Pitch-dark night,
a moth struggles for light,
a story of struggle at height.
But, you never asked,
about its lonely-life,
which is why It cried.
The very first flight,
It's enthusiastic with no fright,
there it goes, that it
burns its wing at right.
It falls down in plight,
to stand up and fight.
Once again, it rises
with a single wing, still tries.
Oh, this time,
It burns its only wing.
No more it can glide,
On the ground it lies,
thinking all over at night,
the next morning it decides,
"No wings, that's fine,
after all the tiny legs are mine,
they have all the might. "
Once more, it starts its journey,
with its head high.
We can all guess in precise,
the end of this heroic tale,
the moth gave its life,
in search of its heart’s desire.
Though, all this time,
it waited for you to ask,
"How is this lonely-life?"
No, you never did and it died,
with a heart-aching sigh!
