At every sunset
A long queue for the burger;
The stomach is damaged.

Bombs, best medicine,
Pours into hospitals and
The richest thank God

Hunger and hunger,
Roams in every lane, crying;
Israil claims victory

The temple bell stops -
but the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers.

Matsuo Basho

Brilliant minds
                Don't ignore their mistakes

But rather
        they correct them to move ahead

My almost grown grandsons
see only a stooped withered
old man when they look at me,
no clue of the young man I used
to be. Or where I have been, the
things I've done. They've only
known me like this. Even 20
years ago, when they were born
I was already a senior citizen.

In my mirror I also see what they
see and can barely recall that
once upon a time younger me.

Time and the elements move
on leaving erosion behind upon
mountains and people too.