‘The Night’ by Dipima Buragohain

Right in the middle of the starclad night,

The fireflies nestle my delicate dreams,

Over the beaming moon

Blush the naive hopes.

It’s a glasshouse of choices,

Choices that are made with

Each glorious sunshine and

Every dark blue twillight.

Yet it never breaks or shakes or quakes,

It smiles and shines and sparkles.

Ever young is the night

As promising as the day bright,

And there I see the wandering butterfly

Transforming into the inquisitive firefly.

Right in the middle of the starclad night,

My dreams hop and chirp and fly,

As I see myself running after the firefly.

Poet’s Bio- Dr. Dipima Buragohain is an Instructional Designer by profession and Wanderer by choice. Hailing from Assam, India, she loves to enhance the horizon of knowledge by exploring and experiencing the myriad ways of things that her interests fetch to her. A Doctorate in Linguistics from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, she has ventured into the realms of her interests profoundly and with the right amount of comfort, right from being into academics to content developing, and finally instructional designing. At 33, she realizes life has always offered her the best of the worlds, people and places. And she hopes it will keep offering her the best in the time to come. She can also be heard at phoenixcroons.blogspot.in and cowbird.com.

Illustration by Alan Van Every (Featured image on the front page)

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