Wednesday, October 28, 2015

May be not.



Sleep awakes deeply as,


hammock swings gently


the night fades into dark


under the moon-lit night.


To the sound of here; 


the tiny waterfall 
flows 
down on the green pond,


on its own rhythm 

AND


The fishes under water 


let the cat drink the water


oh they let him drink

so, he doesn't eat the fishes 


how they live in harmony !


or my hammock is lonely? 

 One day the cat may change his mind. 


The fishes under water 
let the cat drink the water
oh they let him drink
so, he doesn't eat the fishes 
how they live in harmony !
May be, one day the cat changes his mind. 

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