PARTY

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triumphant returned

cake cut, sweets distributed

music plays, feet dance

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decked up in fine clothes

came, met, laughter resounding

mood upbeat they left

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a cry pierced the sky

sighs of relief, people hug

child born, party time

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PARTY

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I have a dream

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climbing misty hills

cool clouds caressing warm cheeks

dreams of peace below

Inspired by the prompt a famous quote of Martin Luther King, "I have a dream"

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Intertwined

subtle sun, lead her

down untrodden path of time.

ah! berries in wait.

Autumn’ or ‘fall’ marks the beginning of falling temperatures and the sun starts it all. Autumn is a precursor to winter a season that often restricts ones’ movements due to biting cold. So too is the autumn in ones’ life a precursor to the winter of old age an age when many of us tend to get confined to our home, our family .

In the autumn of life we tend to be more subtle, more sober like the rays of the sun and as each day passes by, we walk down the untrodden path of time getting closer to the winter of life. In this we are not alone. There are millions of others of different ages going through the same process, just like the berries- some ripe, some raw and some in between the two neither ripe nor raw. We are the berries ,the leaves our path and the subtle rays of the sun falling on the leaves are the hands that leads us forward on our journey of life  as we move from middle age to old age.

This entry is a part of a haiku contest held at Write Tribe .The prompt is the photo given above the haiku.