desolate mountains
those tiny flowers, in breeze
hanging on the cliff
unfruitful desert
wandering for the water
these thirsty creatures
semi-dried river
under the cerulean sky
an abandoned boat
Yes when calamity comes or we meet a catastrophe life pulls off all its colors. But i feel time really changes hang on.
Three fascinating Haiku - mountains, desert, river & a boat! .......Always Top score for you dear Poet Asim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hugely impressed. Art of haiku is rare.