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Welcome to the space where the magic of writing Haiku; Poems happens as the words born in my heart flow and quietly spill just like your smile does here in the NOW and I pick it and keep in my heart..
Ramesh, this is so sad. I want to go spend time with this tree...
I feel sad for the Oak tree . he must be feeling lonely :-(
I feel sad too ~ Enjoyed your cascading haiku ~
Sad tone, but funny way into the cafe: Tales spill as does the coffee! Poor tree, poorer humanity.
Gossip belongs to the cafes. Contemplation belongs to the tree.
And who is none, I wonder...Lovely set, Ramesh, simply lovely!Lady Saltcedar and Whispers of a Tree
Melancholy but so lovely.
Haunting. I would love to sit under this oak and hear it's story. I enjoy your cascading.
yes, am sure the old oak had loads of stories to tell, secrets to share, if only somebody sat under it, and listened to it. folks prefer coffee cafes these days !
It indeed has a sad tone, a yearning for connection through words. It's as if your poetry reach out and make that connection even though none are actually sitting under your "tree".
Another touching trio, Ramesh, but believe me... I sit under my tree - by the way, it's an oak - and "he" is my confident; I know "he" will not reveal my secrets to anyone, only to the wind.:)
Wah Ramesh ji... this one is filled with sadness... and how we have transitioned from trees to cafes...
Poor tree... left all alone with the passing of time.
Hi Ramesh, I'd love to sit under your tree :) Where we live, some road-side cafes mushroom beneath huge trees!
Yeah, coffee shops have dislodged choupals around trees, very well put!
Ohw!..What amazes me is it still stands strong though it is lonely..Enjoying its own company. Beautiful and touching one Rameshji :)
I can actually feel for the old oak. But in November I avoid to keep the trees company.
I have an old oak out in my back yard, with a long forgotten tree swing. I too sit in coffee shops. Thanks for the perspective. I love my tree :)
Maybe we would do better to go sit under that old oak tree?