Monday, April 28, 2008


We light the candles of hope
under the peepal tree
Will the wind behave
And not flicker them?

Caged in our eyes and hearts
Is the full moon;
Does it stop escaping
often into smoke ?

Dry leaves should describe us well
As trampled as them we are ;
Breaking often into shreds
Disconnected and burning out in hope.

1 comment:

jagadeesh said...

Beauty. The power of hope is such! I loved the comparison you made of our lives to dry leaves!!