Heavy hands lift axe,
Dig a grave at cemetery;
Light drizzle from sky.
Straight from a Hollywood movie? ? ? ! ! ! The scene just played wild before my eyes.
God counts our human tears. This I believe. Very poignant.Fragiile as a shadow. As always, Sandra
Lovely imagery in this Haiku Mamta.... even the skies are shedding tears...10
SO very painful this is.. Good Bye's are always saddening.. n Final goodbye's are even more tearful..
vivid picture from your haiku.. sad depart... from ashes to ashes...dust to dust.. drizzles play a very significant role... for, as the elders said when it drizzles...it means she/he will be missing us.. 10 Maia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good-byes are usually painful, mamta; full of sobs, tears and sighs, again you have depicted a human emotion dramatically and tenderly.... light drizzzle from sky.....wasn't sky torn in two? ? ?