Poetry by Gunjan Y.

In a street,

full of lights,

There was a flickering one.

Hiding behind the shadows.

The omission.

Exhausted, flawed and burnt out.

Binded itself to the sound of wind.

The beauty of the flawed one was seen by a moth,

The moth that followed the Beacon,

Now devoted itself to the glinting one.

Mesmerized by the imperfections

The moth followed the light.

How dumb.

Mesmerized by the imperfections,

I followed his light.

Blinded to the cracks,

Just me and my omission.