Happy New Year 2017-My Friends

Let the Misguided be turned sane this year onwards and the world be safe again from demented madness.

Leaves of Grass–Revisited

LEAVES OF GRASS-REVISITED

We are but blades of grass

On our allotted graves

For a time we grow and

Re-grow

And then it is done.

We are dug up and thrown into

Our own patch of land.

Each dust particle a receptacle

Of our life’s memories.

We never die but grow

Up bright as little blooms

Swaying in the Sun

A pleasant breeze.

Some day they’ll

Sift the sands

And charge the grains

Perhaps some day we will live again.

Walden, Asia

Close to the protected forest area this family lives in relative peace. Away from the din of city life.

Morning Mate

Regulars on my morning walk