Sunday, December 30, 2012
The chrysanthemums are stars of a sun
Taking sun light from wind and worms
A bouquet to no one except an earth pot
Its mother of womb, softly under water
In earthly fragrance of mother and wind.
A sky overlooks from a blue parapet wall
Topped with a Krishna-black granite like
Lake mirroring shore trees,in the evening .
Like sky-stars they seem to last for ever.
Posted at 05:00 pm by adukuri