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Thursday, June 08, 2006

the slum dweller

The slum dweller
sits outside his dilapidated house
made of wooden boards and plastic.
Staring at the road in front of him
he seems lost in his thoughts.

Suddenly the tree above
dancing to the wind’s music
showers tiny leaves on him.
The falling leaves glowing in the sunrays
look like little sparks of fire
blessing the slum dweller
with its brilliance.

2 Comments:

Blogger ozymandiaz said...

Mayhaps the dweller and the tree are one, the leaves emblems of his spirit. The true great ones find no home in material things and often find their breath among the poor.

7:47 PM, June 12, 2006  
Blogger anu said...

Such a beautiful connection Ozy, between the dweller - tree - leaves.

11:20 PM, June 12, 2006  

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