Rabindranath Tagore wrote these beautiful poems, and the collection is called Fireflies. Do you recall when you saw your first firefly, how happy it made you? Relive that memory reading these poems.

The mountain fir, in its rustling,
Modulates the memory of its fights with the storm
Into a hymn of peace.
A different variation.
The mountain fir keeps hidden
The memory of its struggle
Murmuring in its rustling boughs
A hymn of peace. – 193

In the depth of its life
Are the lonely nests of memories
That shrink from words. – 196

Let my love find its strength
In the service of day
Its peace in the union of night. – 197

Life sends up in blades of grass
Its silent hymn of praise
To the unnamed Light. – 198

Dear ones, enjoy these Fireflies poems.

Aim Hrim Klim