Because Most Moths Don’t Fly in the Sun


By Mouli Banerjee

That’s a moth
On the bathroom floor.
Not brown like old, now cold, coffee.
Not grey like promising, threatening clouds.
That’s a moth
On the bathroom floor
White and yellow and red
Like I’ve never seen
Like balloons I once had at a birthday party,
With the first bicycle and those kind of memories.
White and yellow and red
Like it forgot what it should have been
Sad brown and sadder grey
And fell into a stream of paint,
Daring to dream.
The air smells like Clinic Plus
Like childhood and soap.
Some things one is glad to notice.
Like such moths
On the bathroom floor.
So beautiful! So strange!
Like most things you notice existed
Right after you step on them.


About the poet:
Mouli Banerjee
 is currently pursuing her master’s degree in English Literature from St. Stephen’s College, New Delhi. Amateur poet and poetry enthusiast, Mouli loves travelling, singing, and writing fiction among others.

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