dice thrown from rough hands
karma decided from this:
the sound of a cup
wandering masseur
walking roads on wooden shoes
sounds of life guiding
blown by winds of fate
the falling leaf hates the wind
for where it must fall
blind eyes peer through clouds
lightning flash from evening sky;
flashing justice seen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the third little haiku! Wonderful!