In the eyes of the fish
Not crocodile tears.
Frog on the lily pad
Some on the beach
Sun bath.
Phoenix rises from ashes
After death, like spring
After autumn.
To sleep they hang
High flier mammal
The bats.
Sudden showers
Frog enters,snake follows
The reptile swallows.
Go with the tide
No guts to swim against
Cowards afraid.
Aged Willow
Shaky on canyon
Drunkard.
Olive branch
Brothers make peace
Blood is thicker.
Intermittent
Spring rain

The cricket goes on.
Morning glory
Around my house
Truth is beauty.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu
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