giggling girls swirling
yukata adorning them
paper fans in hands
~
gulping down the sweets
sumo-wrestler in Kyoto
the Gion is in flow
~
opened entryways
displayed family heirlooms
take a glance and leave
~
single stroke needed
slashing the rope of desires
begins matsuri
*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 230.
He was exhilarated after such a wonderful date. After taking her leave with a small peck on her forehead, he was walking back home.
“Excuse me, sir,” said a man in rags sitting on the sidewalk.
He was furious at having his thoughts interrupted but still turned towards him and inquired, “Yes?”
The tramp gave a toothless smile and replied, “There is goo under your nose.”
the days of past
leave a certain trace
on the life’s mast
which is not always a grace,
.
they do leave a certain trace
which influences our future sail
which won’t always be a grace
because of the troubling gale
.
which influences our future sail
on the life’s mast
because of the same troubling gale
of the days of past.
(Poetic form:- Pantoum)
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