The Moon Moments Comments
The faint starlight rolls restlessly on the mat.
Those women talking outside have clouds passing across their eyes.
Always there is a moon that is taking me somewhere.
Why does one room invariably lead into other room?
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It is a poem of random reflections and vague memories, what does it appear on the abnormal plane, how to say that? Similar is the case with this poem of reckoning. Where do the talks lead to finally? Say you?
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7/29/2025 4:45:16 AM # 1.0.0
Are they the village women sitting outside their mud houses on the mats? The nameless personae of the Indian theatre? The love girls as the victims of gender bias and inequality, ; poverty, underdevelopment, hunger and living below the poverty lines? Or, the women?