Tillers plough lands
God souls
Harvest in heaven.
What a shame
Somalians play foul game
Robbery on the seas.
Autumn gloom
I starred in to the mirror
Crumbled face.
For little money.
Brings water from far
Not in harmony.
I lead my horse
To pond near it blinks
Make it drink.
An old pond
Tadpoles jump in
Swim like dolphin.
Biting winter
I go in to my room
Place so warmer.
Crows fly away
From banyan tall
At siren's call.
Flowers grove
Chromatic butterfly
Takes nectar.
A mountain of ice
Climbed Everest peak
Dream realised.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Make it drink
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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