ROYCHOUDHURY, Abin

The Firefly

A certain firefly comes to me every night.

I call it by its nickname.

We sleep together.

Then, one morning,

suddenly, it flies away

and never returns to me.

Since then, my room has become

the blank white page

of a letter the firefly never wrote.

With that white page,

I make a paper boat

and set it afloat

upon thewaters of my poems