The Moon

Oct 30, 2024

1 min read

Updated: Jul 11, 2025

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

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