A man rides a bike daily to attend his work irrespective of season. An engineer by profession to his sites. He plans the bridges, roads, city layouts and children's park over night and gives them shape during the day guiding his team how to accomplish it to perfection in time.
dedication
brings him accolades
world wide web
In his spare time at site office, he writes poems, reads Japanese and becomes a haijin. A saintly man from the pavement follows him, his each movement. He has a free entry to his office. He occasionally shows him how to capture the moon in day light, how to empathize with the common man's woes, how to pluck Cherry Blossom in winter too and cherish cool breeze coming from Mount Fuji.
He believes the saintly man to be a reincarnation of Great Basho.
imagination
blooms pink flowers in desert
love floods oasis
he becomes a haijin
when and how nobody knows
Raj@2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Rajkumar. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.