The moth teaches me a lesson.

Today i saw a moth, trapped by a glass panelled window. Beyond which was a flower. The most beautiful I'd ever seen. Beautiful and alluring. The moth went at it with vigor. Again and again. Dashing against the unseen yet solid difference. Thwarted but never giving up, for the heart is consumed by love. Love for a flower so precious that the rest of the meaningful faded into nothing. So powerful a feeling that the repeated defeats dented not its soul. Even as the day grows shorter, and i wondered for the reason to spend such a short life on this seemingly Fruitless exercise. Unmindful of its self and the ones deserving its love left forlorn. The moth kept on, indifferent to pain, hunger, suffering or humiliation. Twack, twack, twack, and again. The flower unsurprisingly didn't flutter even a petal. For if not such a powerful emotion would penetrate your heart, i wonder what could. And the moth dropped for last time.


March 8.