Mr N.N.Pal
Firefly thousands on the tree,
From my roof a furlong far,
A part of sky I seem free,
Comes with all the bright stars.
Look you right and left and back,
Something in view high and low,
Bright the place is, no more dark,
All men take it candle-show.
I now on roof , evening time,
On glowworm my view struck,
Truely my mind no more pine,
I feel a sense of good luck.
Slowly the world goes to dim,
Only I and world of fly,
With all numbness I now seem,
Slowly comes down leafy sky.
