Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Poem 239 - Crescendo


A monk meditates
Below an old banyan tree
Inhaling nature

Crescendo of noise
Disturbs his meditation 
Group of mourners pass
~Gaurang Rao

Written for - http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/

2 comments:

  1. You took a different turn at the end!! We really are a noisy lot ;)

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  2. That's who we are after all! Thanks for your comments! :)

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