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Untitled Haiku





Black water

In the lake today

Smells like death

Comments

Shubhodeep said…
One of the numerous pics that I received through chain-mails. Apologies to the actual author of this photograph for using it without permission.
polona said…
poignant and good choice of photo!
Shashank said…
Hi brother!
I am fine.just busy pretending to be busy. Even pretensions cost so much time and effort.
I am leaving for Dehradun on 20th.
How are you?
Anonymous said…
well......bharatbharti[ above] is I- shashank
Shubhodeep said…
polona

Thank you.

bhai

I am good. How long will you be there? Have fun.
Rashmi Patel said…
thanks for the comment on the blog! keep writing! :)
Anonymous said…
Powerful photo
This line in your haiku grabs me like a chokehold "smells like death."
Nicely done
Shubhodeep said…
floots

i hoped it would be

rash

welcome. thank you :)

gel

long time since i've seen you here. welcome back. a powerful image deserves powerful words. hopefully i've managed to compliment the pic.
Jo said…
You have a beautiful way with words. I still can't believe you're so young. What a good start in life you have!
Shubhodeep said…
josie >> most kind of you. thanks :)
Reeta Skeeter said…
And i love the lines at the end of ur blog by Vikram Seth :)
chilling words and the picture works so well
very nice! glad you visited my photo blog. come see http://jamesalockhart.blogspot.com
I'll definitely be back!
Janice Thomson said…
Very vivid phrasing that takes me a couple different places.
Shubhodeep said…
sue >> thanks for your comment

andrew >> i'll be right over :)

janice >> welcome and thanks :)
get zapped said…
Very powerful piece! Good combo with photo.
Shubhodeep said…
zap >> welcome, thanks
Anonymous said…
Chilling indeed.
Shubhodeep said…
aurora >> thanks for visiting

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