o’er Lavapura sips Rahu a cup of mortality under eyes of Sun and Moon to ears of Vishnu— tho’ behead’d guilty demon his jaws still immortal chase and feed upon the tattlers— soon escapees from his fangs hamper’d slowly in their wake till their slip off Maha’s doorstep renders the full smile of Day
wife mother homemaker in sunshine and monsoon be my boat my treasure stall of rambutan and dragon fruit of noodles and khanom krok for fellow and foreign landers in the Basin of Chao Phraya