Misfit: Borrowed
Luminescence
Phase 1: His Fall
Restrain of his humble meager space
With size unnoticed of its grace,
Night clouds spreading their haze
Assuming his very little space.
Slowly waned by shadow overcastted
He’s eaten in gloom unregulated
Dimming the night much somber
And now, coldness taking over.
Vanishing in the black heaven’s view
Sinking back in the darkest hue
None feeling his despair undue
None miss his presence but few;
Like crickets crying for their lost sight
As fireflies talked big of their skimpy light.
None grieved of his absence
Nor exalted his brisk existence
His bearings are people’s lone innocence
All because of his borrowed luminescence.
Phase 2: His Struggle
Then hope waxed with glint scattering
Hanging in space unwavering
Hardly cropping up the hazy clouds
Dawdling yet he smiles so proud.
Still the night is not yet over
Nor the dawn is coming sooner
His moment has just began
To let people take a glance;
But as clouds retreat from heaven’s afar
Sky clears up giving birth to little stars.
Now horizon is not for him alone
With stars on background that shone
Left to share what he thought he’s all alone
Attention unsatisfied by what he has shown.
He knows he’s perceivable, light noticeable
Yet appreciation is still unattainable, far unreachable
With stars outnumbering, outdoing his magnificence
All to blame his self- his borrowed luminescence.
Phase 3: His Fortitude
Daybreak sneaks, cockcrow nears
Daylight breaks, cockcrows you hear
By now, stars seem to lose identity in light
Overwhelmed by their need to be bright
As for him, though unsated with meekness
Remains glowing, nevertheless.
“Heed! Here comes the sun’s full glory
Tell him the strength of his brother, be ready.
Heed! Even if his post established then
He may turn undistinguishable once again.”
And so steadily, sunlight gone severe
With sun, shining nothing to interfere
Intensity brought most to revere
Odes and praises, you will hear
And some others, run out of fear
But not him, who tried to persevere.
Though unbowed by sun’s strong presence
Still few knew his real essence.
Is power mightier than pure vehemence?
Is his persistency just a non-sense?
Or it all boils down to one reference
Pinpointing his borrowed luminescence?
Phase 4: End
He belongs to the Heaven’s above
Sharing dominions with our God
Together with the star in the midnight sky
And brother Sun, in the morning high.
But, oh why is he a misfit?
Knowing every bit, every part is exquisite?
Tired, still and all, high in spirit
Ponder; borrowed luminescence is this it?
-J.K.P.
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