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The Old Man and His Garden

I saw this old man time and time again,
 I was a little child then; 
He wakes up early in the morn, 
Despite there is a rainstorm; 
No idea of having his tea, 
Whilst I saw him with bended knees;
 Picking up all the fallen leaves by his hand,
 There is not even a single weed in his land; 
Altogether but lovely flowers with different hues,
 Rose, dahlia, marigold to mention few; 
He walks to and fro around his garden,
 Signalling that trespassers are forbidden; 
When I smiled at him, he frowns,
 Like an angry king without a crown; 
Years and years passed by, 
I still saw the old man working like a busy bee; 
Grown old and full of wrinkles,
 But his eyes still twinkles;
 He takes good care of his garden, 
Like a responsible warden; 
Yet again, I tried to smile at him, he frowns,
 Like an angry king without a crown.

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Snowfall

SNOWFALL
I love the fall’s snow white
Fancy some flakes in my dwellings
Flung the door open wide
Run to pick them with my siblings

The Good Friday is best
To wait and watch the hailstones fall
Some years is all a waste
Some lucky years, we get it all

Santa rules my place well
The snowman is out of picture
Gifts on my window sill
Old Santa bored in my nature

The white flakes are tempting
Saved a pair of black round buttons
For my great snow making
Mould them like two balls of cotton

Higher and lifted high
I will run and jump up with joy
Snowman gives me a sight
I will sing, laugh, dance and enjoy

WATISUNGLA AO
06.11.2015

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The Sunset Glory

The fading 
sunset
With its 
pale 
tint of 
orange
Life is 
memory.





This is my 
first ever 
Haiku...something 
new 
that I've 
wrote.

Watisungla 
Ao,23rd 
sep 
2012

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Morning Has Broken

Gazing through the crystal clear morn,
Mirrors of curves in face,
Light winged feathers in the sky
Shrilling about yet another day;
With avid and sporty,
Besides discreet to humans.

Gazing through the crystal clear morn,
Dear of my heart stay ubiquitous,
Reflecting and revering the two curves
Albeit a day of dissatisfaction;
Replacing my heavy heart,
With his valley of lilies.

Gazing through the crystal clear morn,
Retrieving some moments in the far high 
altitude,
A bliss of solitude of mind among the evergreen pines
There exist a tranquil paradise;
Fall cold chilly winds,
Holding our hands together to warm each 
other.

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Coconut

I looked through the window sill
Came to my mind a windmill
Tall and lean with many arms
Unlike those windmills at farms.

Up in the air, they dances
Close to sea anemones
Despite their bunches of loads
Shakes with the tip of its toes.

They love the sea’s mercy
The one is in no worry
To adapt in my red place
And persuade me with its grace.

Almost long a year to greet
The hard shell one-seeded fruit
Which hides the virgin water
And make my tongue feel better.

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The Stages of Life

The pupa ready
To go for transformation
Indeed life is stage

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I Miss You Granny

The distant night stars
Spread out like the fireflies
Granny watches me.

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The Presence

I am at my very beginning old shelter,
Yet I feel very lonely,
Is it something which missed my heart?
Churn'd my smooth heart.
I am like a cassowary bird 
Chunk'd from flying.

I lay down on my cot with closed eyes,
Yet a pair of twinkling eyes never leave me,
Is it something which missed my heart?
Oh I yearn for you.
A home to my heart is far away
As if vanished in the deep blue sea.

I tried to sit and write,
Yet a speed calligraphic hand crossed my mind,
Is it something which missed my heart?
I knew my future lays await.
Someone who is waiting for my homecoming
Whose in his heart is my home.

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The Spring

Everything is so exotic at spring,
Beautiful faces of flowers,
Their divine smell keeps our mind fresh,
Different hue's to count them.

Everything is so exotic at spring,
Tiny fresh leaves like a force of army,
Giving shade and scenery,
Making the place breezy with their movements.

Everything is so exotic at spring,
There seems to be laughter everywhere,
From big to small creatures,
From every nook and corner.

Everything is so exotic at spring,
Trees become a home for everyone,
Nothing better than the branches for birds,
And humans find solace under them.

Everything is so exotic at spring,
The vales spread with wild flowers,
Fresh nameless weeds to carpet them,
The murmuring of the brook makes more beautiful.

Everything is so exotic at spring,
Nature brings this duration,
To make everyone cherish,
The world seems more merrier than ever.

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A Song To My Love 1

Stars are too many to 
count,
Happiness with you are 
the stars.
Like the luminous stars 
shining brightly,
you brighten my life.

Shining moon gives a 
chance to gaze,
Changing all existence 
into silver.
You make me a precious 
being,
Out from ordinary being.

Rose never fails,
At all circles it never 
stoops low.
So as you are admirable 
as the rose,
Adorable and beautiful as 
it is.