Witnesing the May mayhem..
My mouth wide open, as though,
To swallow this bold cold moon,
Appearing through dark clouds,
Revealing that old woman,
Carrying on her head,
Strands of neat firewood,
Without seeing the woods..
Look, up in the sky,
The full moon dangles and dancesby…
The two bright stars standby, agape,
As several others appear loosing light..
The grey skies are half bright, half black..
Ayonder this invaded Naalya valley…
When the moon is fully done,
I shall return to give all my payers,
So the lost hyenas can, again yell,
And shout insults to the dead,
Beneath or above this collapsing green..
