Treading were we in twilight,
through the tender greens -
Tender paddy greens
sown weeks two back,
sprouting out ample to
pitch in dainty ranks..
With rising moon
mating standing water,
to uproot them
down into earth, transparent!
The best of Nazi guards
would jealous did they see you!

The naughty calf truanting its way home
for her mother to fond!
Mom, I won't pest you any long
on what I wont to as a kid!
The little flies filling
the air with joyful music
- May be you inspired musico of yesteryears!
Creeping jasmines ever blooming,
spreading a bed to our feet..
scenting the easy breeze!

The moon now eating night's dark.
Tired were our legs -
drawing into the sand heap..
(My) Head resting on your laps, making a T,
(Your) Fingers rippling my streaming hair!
Dear, you read your little poem -
Erasing all the wonders
for my charming face,
Humbling the heavenly wonder
for my luring laughter,
Vying the flowers
to reach my flowing hair!
I woke up sudden to scribble this dream
- the best of mine in recent!