To the most beautiful pair of eyes in the world

Frightened black bucks run
fearing the cruelly bent bows
though they aim away.

Sun smiles from the pond
Branches reach for the water
Whom does the pond love?

P.S. I guess the cuisine is going to be Haiku and photos for some more time!

A Poem. A Picture.

Spring begets flowers.
Cold winter gives them coffins.
Tree always stands there.













Children bring their pain.
Father smiles in silent bliss.
The Mother is born.


















Birds fly in the sky
The temple stands on firm earth
Where lies our freedom?