Firefly
Why are the crows always jealous of the firefly?
Why do the eyes always look for dirt on its face?
Or are they amazed of its glow?
For it does not glimmer but it shines?
Though not all can see it.
Is it worth it for all the time, efforts and money spent
And the sleepless nights and days under the scorching sun trying to witness its bare face?
Is it worth for the risk of riding from far places?
Is it curiosity, hate or jealousy?
Or just another way to survive in this crazy world?
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