And This Poetry
All I have to do is lift
My head to see green stars dancing.
And it is a mystery
how I missed this spot
Again and again,
Till this day, at 6.30 PM,
Beside a children playground
Built around a tree, the source
Of its life, I think. For it lends
Shade and beauty
And this poetry.
P.S.: I was so excited to share this that I practically rushed home. No, not going to post via smartphone - too dangerous while walking. A friend fractured his heel falling into a drain. And I am serious.
And two haiku...
Tree Pruning
Waves of bronze arms high
Rattle air to fall droppings
Into huge urchins.
In the Middle of the Night
With dreamy insight
A hand sneaks across to raid
His tunnel of trains.
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