Haiku -25 (To Ritu Didi)
-The Mind-
Shaking the hot leaves,
They will fall on the ground cold,
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The moon walls the sky, Silently It creeps with fear, Thou art looking at it.
The Sun rose above, From eastern sky with diamonds. Thy eyes fall on it,
Shaking the hot leaves, They will fall on the ground cold, Both will meet for growth.
The moon walls the sky, Silently It creeps with fear, Thou art looking at it.