Monday, April 23, 2012

Roofless..

Starved eyes pray
For bright horizon
Roofless hut


World always discriminated rich and poor. This gap always increased. Prayer is the only hope for poor, praying for a square of meal, praying for basic amenities, praying for their shelter. Irony is depicted in last two lines. Mesmerized, on how the way world runs, on how we celebrate, on how we survive, on how one wishes for brightness in a roofless hut. Attempt to show the dark side of "Mesmerization".


This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is Mesmerize.

18 comments:

  1. "For bright horizon
    Roofless hut"

    Amazing word play!!! Loved it...

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    1. Thank you, our entries are again one after other :D

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  2. You have achieved what you set out to while writing this haiku..it says and shows.. good one..

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    1. Thank you sir,I attempted to put the scenario that we see everyday. Hope it'll change.

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  3. Deep shadow of darkness still bright one..

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    1. A try to convey the another side of life..thank you!

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  4. Hope dreams in those starved eyes get fulfilled ...Lovely haiku Jaideep :)
    Sweet escape

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  5. again a wonderful and deep one from you...thoughtful...beautifully written... :)

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  6. I can totally picture it. You got it great!!!

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    1. yeah, and it is hard reality in most part of the world unfortunately..

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  8. The "roofless hut" is a very strong image. A lot of feeling in this short haiku.

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  9. Bright horizon and roofless hut. That's nice. You feel the brightness of the sun through the roofless hut and then hope for a brighter horizon. The brightness and brighter to be seen in different (poetic) contexts. Nice expressions.

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    1. Thank you, yeah I had to get bright horizon expression, hence this attempt,.

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