Golden Winged Beauty

Golden winged body,

trying to break into

an electric light bulb

and fry himself on the wires

I took him in my hand,

and asked him why do you fellows,

try this suicidal stunts?

what if it’s a sparkling candle light?

"Call us ephemeral" he said

bored of our daily life,

pollution, no pure air to breathe within.

Fire is beautiful, we know if we get too close

we will be in ashes....

But what does it matter, it’s better to be happy for a moment

than living in misery and bored all the while.

It’s better to be a part of the sparkling beauty for an instant…

Than just existing….

Before I could argue him on his philosophy,

He flew again in search of peace,

wings pressed towards the light bulb, as badly trying to fry himself….