Standard Haibun
Prose --Preface ---- Title.
After a deadlock of humdrum realities of domestic
life, a
desired, inevitable break, on to pastures,
to
farmland. Flora and fauna, offer me a lot, comforting in dire
distress. I am transported to a
different
world of Nature’s ambiance
and therapist value .On the other hand, contemplate
this
decadent
world of diminishing values.
Sitting royally on the grass mound, independent too, for
no intruders there. Painfully ruminate over the
departed souls, long lost and
separated children.
Far away,
a train speeds past.
‘I
am in
the green painfully
viewing sad humanity.’
Beyond the
grit.
Train trackless
rummages
tender wails silent
Corner
angst therein forayed.
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