தலைவன் கூற்று Haiku-ed away..

The Joys of mixing are never near..
For the pouring rain, I fear;
Red Earth I am, ever wanting to get redder

A visage, a thought..

A clutter of random objects

With no purpose apparent, wrought?

Most would argue, not..

In a corner, for a moment, a visage, a thought..

Such is life?

One could argue, not..