Friday, August 23, 2013

Fresh!




 Brings sun in morning   
 Novelty in activity and 
 Dawn turns glad and gay

Fresh blooms smile at child.
Child finding joy, grins.
The ants suck nectar.

The breeze whispers
In lovers’ ears, words of love.
Drizzles bathe them fresh.

Vines boast of fresh grapes.
Can’t withstand squalls and fall down.
 But weed tides over wind.

Fresh leaf laughs at dry.
Dry leaf, poor, tells the fresh one,
 “Old age yours is not so far.”

We hear often farm- fresh
Fruit and vegetables,but sure
They are poison-fresh.

13 comments:

  1. this is a beautiful composition...
    loved each one of it!!!

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  2. Lovely poem and the cycle of rejuvenation and to continue.

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  3. Wonderfully composed. A grand bouquet of Haiku.

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  4. Nice poem. They use the word "fresh" for anything as a sales pitch. Have you heard of "fresh frozen fish"?

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    1. Thank you,SG. I haven't heard that but sounds funny.

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  5. Fresh leaf laughs at dry.
    Dry leaf, poor, tells the fresh one,
    “Old age yours is not so far.”
    How nicely and truly said

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  6. old age is not yours far
    they are full of poison
    every line is excellent

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