Autumn deepens
Trees wither and shiver
Pains no rains.
The sun is hotter
Summer at its peak
No sound of water.
No one here
No one there-still
Snow flakes fall.
'May'gets rain
I may not get my grace
A withering face.
Dusk to dawn
Loneliness and gloom
Autumn reigns.
Dull and dry
Just one red leaf seen
In the Oak tree.
My grandson
Plays on his violin
Fully in tune.
Let us not unite
To vanish and to dither
Go on one's way.
Tiller of the soil
Soiled but seedlings
Fresh and green.
Cool Autumn dusk
Green frogs,black tadpoles
Jump in the pool
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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