I stop, watch the bright full moon.
It looks like a plate with a tiny black spot.
I shake my head, see the portion of curry
Drains through the black hole mother gives me.
I stop, watch the white and incredible moon
Stucks in the stagnant-vibrant water of the lake.
I take long deep breath and retreat to my
impoverished skinny mother,
A woman more majestic and brighter
than thousand lofty moons.