inner art journal

the heron waits
till the sun hides behind
the return journey
leaves me alone under
the moonless sky

the grown-up tree
aspiring to bear fruits
in mid-way life
she wonders in her afternoon
diminishing of the brightness

early dawn
with tender sun rays
I wish
light to reach the huts
of the slum-dwellers

under sacred tree
the old woman laments
the new born
to continue frequenting
another chapter of begging