Three Stories Merge. Poem by Upendra Majhi

Threestories merge in you,
The village spring, the flowers, the moon
That begot you on a lotus leaf,
Second, The story of the little girl,
With a wine cup in her hand
""At the end of green corn field"",
Calling you the best
Or else world goes worse than a dog! ""
And third, the bare girl,
At the captive beach,
Who will finally finish a few!
Like fire finishes all straw,
Where do the three moving towards?