The fallen wild cherry tree
Lays sprawled over dewy ramson.
Perspectives drift as the light dances against the leaves.
A moment of pure, unadulterated beauty.
Found. Captured.

Gone…

Wind rushes suddenly with urgent desire.
Subsides.
Almost a touch. Warm skin.
So close.
Raindrops burn into the face, awake again.

Ramnath  brought
  a basketful  of  flowers
  for  top  cabinet    ministers.


Ramson  was  waiting
  for  the  end  of
  'Good  Friday'
in  front of   a
small  church  to
  ******  some one.


He  had  a  basketful
  apple  to  feed
the  ******  before
  death.


He  just  ask to   feed  not
  forcefully  
before  killing.