the drab moth
envious of the firefly’s glow
never did realise
all the firefly ever desired
was simply a place to hide
as perhaps the sun tires of its chore
and longs to be as playful as the moon
why do you think the tube light hesitates so?
that which lights up eventually burns out
there is honor among shadows
pale does not mean faded
the backdrop is rarely observed
yet what would the scene be without?
to stand out and be noticed
sometimes is a compromise
conforming to expectations
that do not belong to you
still…
every soul
desires some attention
including yours truly….
SONYA KASSAM 
Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this post. Like many of your poems, it has many layers that may unfold, some today, some tomorrow.
Some of those lit us the most have their light veiled deep within.
All good wishes,
robert
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Dear Robert,
Thank you for your comment which in itself has many beautiful layers.
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Dear Sonya,
I noticed I misspelled one word. The sentence should read:
“Some of those lit *up* the most have their light veiled deep within.”
All good wishes,
robert
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This poem really touches me because It reminded of me of exactly how I feel. This is really GOOOD……..
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Really? That is great to know. Thank you so much.
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This poem is like the twinkling of a star! The lilt of an angel’s laugh… You deserve all my attention :-)
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Ah I had heard it being saying “first you must deserve then you can desire”. Happy to know that I do deserve the attention. Thank you for your delightful comment.
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It is indeed a beautiful poem that brings a warm glow to my heart.
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Amen! “there is honor among shadows, pale does not mean faded,” wow, I love it.
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Thanks Sreejit. Really pleased that you enjoyed this poem.
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“there is honor among shadows…” You certainly got my attention. Vivid and amazing.
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:)) Thanks for your attention Sean.
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