Moonshine Poem by Sajoy Paul

No one from the city beyond strange turn
Grass-soil mix to play to play -
When the remote wilderness
Light and shadow, the Mirage

Whose hanging hair,
They fly through the air and touched the buttocks,
Rainy cloud came down to the spring field -

Not long before the unfinished song
Singing became glow-worms blinking

I was touched once the figure of flesh and blood,
Cutters step of the stairs to prevent falls
The day got scented your hair..