There once was a little boy,
Who lived in a strange cottage;
A shiny glass bottle was his favourite toy
And his clothes were all different shades of beige
Every morning, after eating a bowl of porridge,
He’d trot out to collect insects;
After passing various fields and a bridge,
He found them and even a few cents
The cents went in the pocket,
While the insects were trapped in the jar
The boy looked at those locked in,
Feeling pity for them in his heart
The day was slowly coming to an end,
As the little boy got surrounded by darkness
He slowly opened the lid, to amend;
The sky above was dreary and starless
To the boy’s utter disbelief,
A hundred floating bulbs lit up the sky
He got soaked by a wave of relief
As they led the way to his cottage, up high
The insects stayed with him for a while,
But they had to go before the morning ray
The boy said farewell with a sweet smile
And just like the moment of joy, the fireflies flew away.
– Ananya Mishra, Somerville School, Noida
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