Wednesday, 7 August 2013

Haikus on freedom, responsibility and love



An old lady,
Sound of her spindle working
In the silent dusk.

Colours of the flag,
Saffron, white and green
But not for the hungry teen.

Counting stars
On a lonely night, by the window
Lovelorn, love lost.

Rose petals,
broken bangles, Dreams undone,
careless thoughts on sand.

Ripples in a pond,
Like caresses from a mother,
Longing and loved.

Her thoughts
are like the sea, full of life,
full of mysteries.

Death is departure,
But it’s freedom for the exploited,
Much welcome and longed for.

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