Friday, March 28, 2008

Haikus

Inspired by posts on Vishesh's and Subbu's blogs
The wise man nods
At my words.
Alas,
He sleeps.

The light tinkle
of this yellow brook.
I shake
the last drops off.

Is Godot really dead?
I ask him
He stares silently
Holding the milk-can.

1 comment:

Ramya said...

Lovely.