Lost are my fireflies
And hidden is my north star
Faded boards, broken signs
Darkened roads I see, as far
Sinking lines through corner curls
Of maps I had seized from earth
Onwards always it showed a path
Today it wrecks as it blurs
Savaged palms in search of help
Rummage through an empty bag
A torch of hope to slide by in
These fingers pray as they drag
But soon a night enclosed in dark
Makes my way in silent strides
Pushed by dusk I fall in arms
They welcome me home, open and wide
And so I march along the cloak
Of deepened grey and swallowed hopes
Engulfing souls that seem too lost
To find a home, on their own.
- Rati
