Thursday, June 30, 2011




AGE
-Mridara

the body
ages
like old
broken trees
the wetness
leaving
as
time changes
forgotten
the wood lays
groaning
with age

new dawns
brings spring all around
giving rise to
another young one
every minute
their leaves
glowing with youth
basking in the
glory of new suns

a weary ant
crawls
into another
decayed hole in the
old fallen wood

- 30 / 06 / 2011

4 comments:

  1. the last stanza.. a magnificent fantastic haiku... a whole in itself!!
    i feel the first and last stanzas fit together...second stanza ..the odd one out?...(don't know its ur make who am i to tell? sorry if)
    hurried typing too!

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  2. the last stanza.. magnificent and fantastic!!..like a haiku... happy and whole in itself!!
    the first and last stanzas fit together..the second can be an odd one out?..(dont know, it's urs who am i to tell? sorry if..)
    hurried typing too!

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  3. As the wood lay decaying
    In the decay
    sprouted new leaves
    and came small worms
    With Age
    From decaying life
    Came the vestiges of new life.

    Nice one Mridara. Like your style.

    Have Fun, Take Care and God Bless!
    With Best Regards,
    Srijith.

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  4. The poem is amazing ....
    -Vidiyal

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