Here, there are no ponds or streams,

no peace to inhabit the fireflies.

Only the lights in the buildings gleam

like fireflies in the sky.

 

There is no quiet here—

neither within nor without—

to hear the sound

of the fireflies if they are flying around.

 

Grasses and branches

are becoming non-existent. 

We are eroding

their natural residence. 

 

So, they, too, don’t come to

selfish and corrupt people like us who

are depleting their crude

and beautiful natural habitat. 

Nobody knows where will this

exploitation done by us stop at. 

Fireflies In The Sky

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