Sparrows on a tree
Strange silence
The sun has set.
Old Willow
Its image shaky on
In the canyon.
Grass withers
Flower falls
Autumn deepens.
No one travels
On this lonely path
Distressed life.
Long journey
O'er a withered moor
White hair and cane.
Blooms glee
On Autumn sun
A peach tree.
Deluge
Devastation huge
Cry onion-farmers.
Starved earth
Sigh of gain
Sound of rain.
Bamboo grove
Autumn wind sings
A flute.
Winter bites
Nightingale sings
Only broken beats.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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