Under the swords
There is no sea
As large as
A wide chest
That is watching
paddy threshing ground
Except the sky.
the way spring comes
To this stubble
of paddy
Is not believed
As If the one
who has gone
To the hell with
a good companion.
One night
when the moon
was shining
A laborer was missing
To carry a heart
In the whole rainy season
He had to look at the horizon
He had to look
at the river
the teeth of
harrow attached
When swallows come.
when the
whels of carts
jump on the
embankment
when eyes shrink
into the crack
Like a heap of
straws
spring that puts
a pile of dreams
Here and there
Coming like hills
A laborer is missing
The loss goes along the river
The moon _ light
without ploughshare
Is cutting up a girl's heart
Again and again
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