With good part of the moon eaten
By a shadow of our earth mother,
We are one up on good old moon
Who mocked our stomach excess
When we looked down at our feet .
We click broken face in the night
And pickle it in disc for a revenge.
But we are abolishing our shadow
As we look down at our feet below
And now we espy in the east of sky
Stretchmarks like we find at night
On our mother’s child soft tummy,
And we see him back all of piece
Grinning behind waving coconut.