Monday, 23 April 2012


The little baby is in the reflections on unknown fear,
How it responds in his little mind we do not understand.

We do not know your fear, and everything unclear,
Nor we predict your hypnotic shares on worldly ambers.

We see your eyes only, which are seizure of images
Those are contents of the Arjun’s eyes pointed at reflections

To fish’s eyes, and the baby wants to shoot likewise,
The baby’s vision, the lotus spirit of heavenly gazing.

We only see drops of white tears coming down cheeks,
The tender stalks dwindling on soft skin, like diamond tears. 

1 comment:

  1. i like the image of the tears being like stalks

    wealth of laughter senryu

    verification makes it really hard to comment. you'd get more comments if you turned it off. i had to do this several times to get it to work.