POSTCARDS WITHOUT BORDERS have been sent to you from different corners of continents,home and away,to draw how I look at the world,and how the world is looking at me.Some of these postcards ,written in prose and poems,in variety of tongues and accents and have been collected in:
www.faramarzsoleimani.blogspot.com
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
HAIKU SPARROW.
for:MAT
*HAIKU IN THREE SILENT LINES
AND A DARK
DOT
I invited your sparrow
to this postcard.
One was hit by a car
and lying dead.
The other one
eulogizing
with blood
in her throat.
And the rest
just
just flew
in a haiku:
HAIKU IN THREE LINES
AND A DARK
DOT
Life is too short
ReplyDeleteTo be angry, or sad
Easy to be filled with love and compassion