The Moon

By Kayin Borang

Upon the sky, the moon appears soft and full,

With a perfect symmetry and a magical order. 

Gently—like a silvery coin, she gleams,

Suspended over the vast earthly border

And as I forward my feet—into fragments, 

She breaks, fractured by the gulmohar tree,

Through which her balmy light filtrates,

Caressing the earthy ground and my body.

By Kayin Borang