At seeing mater growing green,
those trees have turned green.
Mater takes a candle lighted
covering up with her palm.
They tramp
on the keyboard of piano
without taking off their boots.
Bones, in fact,are
just the yoke of flesh.
Lo and behold,
glaring at mater being red,
flowers of bombax go crimson.
Thura Ne
Translated by T.S
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