Poem-The Moon

The moon is a monochromic

picture,

A face of a young lady,

Whose gaze, a massive pearl

Hangs as a pendant. 

From the sky,

Beaming over

The grains of heat; 

Melting inside

The throat of chakor*

Her cool songs pour

Into the wind's navel

Spurting out as cucumbers, curing

The insomnia of two eyes,

The moon as 

Entwined wings of a

A butterfly

Cracks down,

To spill honey over the two other moons,

Of whom she is a silent spectator

A gentle bearer

To their sorrows and happiness!