I write your name
in lamp flames andcard game winnings;
the moth-wing night
flaps, clings to light.
I still write you
in bright gold hues
in star-blue cues
into the dark.
The fire sparks flare
their marks above
I write love in
each rough moment,
each event, all
that’s sent is blessed.
It's Diwali in a couple days and this is my attempt to celebrate it in Than Bauk, a Burmese poetry form.
Shared at FormForAll @dVerse
