I closed my eyes
Viewed montage of pictures in motion
I see,many of them have gone blur, few clear
I choose one: that little golden lights attracted me so much.
Now I am Travelling back in time to that phase
I call my heavenly childhood days.
The air was so fresh
Few smokes from the hearth didnt seem much polluting
Oh how dearly we loved
The smell of that smoke perfumed air.
Every evening would be a story time
Around the fire made by
The so called ‛Jikras’collected from a nearby tea garden
That little scratches hardly needed a medicine
Still rubbing a bunmara leaf would cure
So travelling back in time to that phase
I call my heavenly childhood days.
Now its all so very different,
How we carry invisible, incurable cuts.
Time was so good then!
Well what was I talking about?
Oh! Yes, that golden lights
Is not the stars I am talking
but the sparkling fireflies
What we usually call Junkeries
Like Tinkerbells in the fairytales
But we were no Peter Pan and his good crew
Instead we had joined the team of cruel Captain Hook.
As soon as the story or the fire ended
We ran after them
Our village then was free from Edison’s invention
So there they would come each evening
With their illuminating golden pixie trail
Ignorant little kids ,we caught them in our hands and with a slipper killed one or two
Just to see them leave their golden trail
But that was sad and temporary
Until Grandpa caught us all
His loud scoldings deafened our ears
We then knew that was bad
So next evening when they visited us
Happily we danced
Together like Peter Pan and his group of friends
They in the air, we in the earth
Their pixie dust stunned us all.
So Travellling back in time to that phase
I proudly call my glorious childhood days.
The memories of those innocent days
Have saturated in one corner of my head
So when I visit them again
I just feel those magical happiness running inside my each nerve.
But this time with a little tinge of sadness
Pumping from my tearbags
Few bulk of water in my eyes.
How can I bring back those days?
Its been more than twenty years!
My dear faires have so long vanished in that thin air.
I know no magic spells to call and dance with them again.
Once in a blue moon do I see them.
One or two moving in a quiet evening air.
They fear the growing pollution or population that doesn’t care.
So I better leave the living few, undisturbed.
They have become endangered,extinct and rare
So these twenties kids including my little cousin brother isn’t fortunate
To meet our tiny airy friends.
Junkeries that beacame a part of our life
Is only a fairytale, a dream for them.
Glad that we danced with them
So Travelling back in time to that phase
I feel so happy,grateful and blessed
Yes, they made our heavenly childhood days.
Here is a small piece of article I found in the internet. So instead of providing the link I copy pasted the important part that is very much related to my subject of the poem and help people understand better.
Grist Magazine, Source: living
Katie Herzog on Jun 8,2016 : “…But now, fireflies are disappearing on a much larger scale. For years, The New York Times noted in 2014, scientists have “been warning that the world’s estimated 2,000 species of fireflies are dwindling.” And it’s not because of awful kids.
The problem, as always, is other human behavior, including the use of pesticides and artificial lighting and the destruction of firefly habitat. Fireflies — or lightning bugs — thrive in meadows, woods, and along bodies of water, all of which are shrinking because of our sprawl. Urbanization, it seems, is killing the firefly.
They’re not only being harmed directly by human development, but indirectly by the effects of human-caused climate change. Invasive species that thrive in a warmer climate and drought destroy even more of their habitat.
So, what can we do to protect this iconic bug? Treehugger has outlined some handy — and easy — tips for all concerned about firefly welfare. They include: Avoiding the use of chemicals.
- Leaving worms, snails, and slugs for firefly larvae to feed on.
- Turning off the lights.
- Providing nice ground cover, grasses and shrubs for them to lurk about in.
• Avoiding the use of chemicals.
• Leaving worms, snails, and slugs for firefly larvae to feed on.
• Turning off the lights.
• Providing nice ground cover, grasses and shrubs for them to lurk about in.
Oh, and when you do see them, don’t be like me and other young sadists. You don’t need mason jars; you don’t need to smear them on your shirt. Just catch, release, and