Nue

Fireflies,

the golden glow dimming, a fleeting ballet of light

in the embrace of your hand;

Had you caught a stellar?

When I reached out to catch the lights

I had crushed those you so adored.

Fragile, fleeting things are meant to be ‘loved’ with utmost sincerity

A quiet whisper,

The lotus blooms near your feet

As you let the flickering light escape

I cannot bear to return to that forsaken town,

The garlands you loved, missing

The shore so full of life, dormant

Washed away

- Taarini Goyal, Editor-in Chief, RLS 2024-25