Writing haiku.
The haiku
On his mind,
Heart and soul.
He in haiku
And the haiku in him
Cannot help without.
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My little daughter, this is India,
There is none to see it.This is no business of theirsIf you go on weeping or not,Your tears not the things of their concern.
Faith, you keep praying for,
As for the survival of loveAnd Innocence, you feel it sad not,View not so tearfully.Your innocence will finally pay in the endWhich the world knows it notThe power of simplicity and being pure,Clear and clean from within,The value of the clean and pure heart.
She held me by collar to ask it,
Love me or not,O, you will go away,Will you leave me, leave meTo be with another sweetheart?With tears into the eyes of hers, asked she soulfully,O, you will go, go away really,Leaving me all alone,Loving me,Giving heart and taking away?
In my poetry search I the Beats and the Beatles,
The ISKCON-ites,Hare Rama, Hare Krishna Movement people.
I see the Avalokitesvara statues
And think about the serene presenceSo tenderly in composureAnd compassionateThe BidhisattvaCalm and serene and gracious.