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.