Autumn dusk
Violent wind blows
Breaks branches.
Indian vase
Flowers fresh
No fragrance.
Christmas tree
Or living tree
Fight pollution.
What ever things
May happen
Autumn deepens.
On a rainy eve
Frogs croak
Sound of joy.
Golden yellow
Chrysanthemum in a crowd
Puts ice on the eyes.
Indian crows
So generous
Share food.
Little rats
I do not kill
My children watch.
So big a house
Man and women alone
Autumn in their hearts.
Galaxy
Innumerable stars
We gaze.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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