Ay! The pink moon shines too bright,
The yon skies glitter in all delight.
The fireflies waft in search of joy,
And I am hither but a coltish boy.

At my window; gaze I far,
And gaze I deeper at each star.
The garden droops with e'ery hour,
With wizened trees and slumberous flowers.

Thither I saw in frail moonlight,
A boy and a girl had a vigorous fight.
The thickets danced as well they fought,
And broke perhaps few earthen pots.

I wondered why this boy and girl,
Fought so wild as a windy swirl.
And I heard the girl yell loud,
Fuck me harder 'neath the cloud.

Let thy seed all grow in me,
Flood me baby like the sea.
Let me jump and take thou in,
And fete this night of one last sin.

Let the crust stand witness true,
As we fuck upon the dew.
The grasses must thus bathe tonight,
In the juices of love's delight.

I still perplexed thought all while,
Why they fought with a cunning smile?
What is fuck and how 'tis done?
Is it a pair game or just for one?

I planned to ask my dad next morn,
And fell asleep like a tired new born.
And as the new sun gazed too bright,
I forgot the fight I saw last night.

I forgot the word I planned to ask,
As oft I do with my mentor's task.
The boy and girl didn't come back e'er,
Perhaps they sorted their conflicts fair.
© Dipanjan