Sunday, September 14, 2008

In the early morning mist

A touch-me-not plant closes its eyes
as the grenade lying next
is decorated in dew drops.

Innocence and the hardened compromise
savor their last few moments in that mist
feeling the fragility of their existence.

Sometimes their charred roots are left
but soon get trampled in the grand march.


Sashu... said...

*awed* :)

Rukhiya said...

I could not get the charred roots part of the image.Of a touch-me not plant? The rest of it is beautiful though. :)