Please email her and let her know what you think of her work. Click to subscribe to souljourney1 Caught in red light traps, children of wretched women die before they live. Some man's daughter, some man's wife,dies tragically. Let's celebrate life. Trapped in fuselage their bodies burn,while below our hearts freeze with grief.
Floods swirlingly roar destroy indifferently, but our taps run dry.
In case you want to add a bit of background info. I am worried by the many girls who are trapped into prostitution,who are victims of the greed of those who lust for more dowry, of those people who die in air crashes and our country's particular misery when swollen rivers destroy millions of lives at the foothills of the Himalayas and yet in the towns we do not get water in our taps in the hot summer months. This very moving haiku was sent by my email pal, Iris Selina Davadason in India. Please email her and let her know what you think of her work. This is an excerpt from my friend Geraldine in Holland.