That day, the tsot-like moon ascended <br />behind the hills looking <br />wane and worn like a gown of Pampur <br />tweed <br />with a tattered collar and loose collar- <br />bands, <br />revealing sad scars over her silvery <br />skin, <br />She was weary and tired and <br />lusterless <br />as a counterfeit pallid <br />rupee-coin <br />deceittully given to an <br />unsuspecting woman labourer <br />by a wily master. <br />The tsot-like moon ascended and the <br />hills grew hungry. <br />The clouds were slowly putting out <br />their cooking tires. <br />But the forest nymphs began to kindle <br />their oven tires. <br />And steaming rice seemed to shoot up <br />Over the hill tops. <br />And, murmuring hope to my <br />starving belly. <br />I gazed and gazed at the promising <br />sky.<br /><br />Dina Nath Nadim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-rose-like-a-tsot/
