The mirror of sky

(From my poetry Collection 'Signatures')

The bleeding sunset 

I meet  the sunset which bleeds

and write my concern

for it over the wide

blue sheet of sky mirror,

And ask 'will you hold on the mirror

looking down at the lake

which reflects  all blossoms as closures?’

Wait now, water!

Tomorrow morning

you may spill down

tears and distribute them

to all grass

Vaiyavan