A winter poem written by the greatest master of haiku, Matsuo Basho.
“Change resides in what seemed static being. There may be a physiological explanation for “winter solitude.” The sun doesn’t shine as much, certain chemicals don’t get produced, we feel down. Any such explanation does injustice to “solitude.” Your loneliness is not another’s: we’re all different. We’re lonely inasmuch we are individuals. That solitude, like winter itself, has seeds of change within. The sound of wind betokens a world with many colors and the communication of the poem itself.”
Ashok Karra (full article here)
DEADLINE: 14th December
Poem by Matsuo Basho https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matsuo_Basho
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