In the journey while passing through woodsAsma Anwar
A firefly leads me towards dark bushes
In the horrible frosted silence
They were shrunk trees & dead leaves.
I was wonder why I am going
Curiosity takes me there
Firefly will stop where,
That was not a rational doing.
At a place my guider stop
I check the matter & shock
A beautiful flower bloom there
Every leaf was frozen where
What makes it alive I astonished?
It was a scurrile sitting round size
To protect the flower in this horrible sight
The answer was clear & heart gets high
Only the love of scurrile makes it alive
I got the secret from
That deadly night.