ನನ್ನ ನಮನ

ಶಾ೦ತಿ ನಿಮ್ಮ ನಮನವನ್ನು ನಾವು ಸ್ವೀಕರಿಸಿದ್ದೇವೆ. ನಮಸ್ಕಾರ, ನನ್ನಿ.

ಸುಂದರ ಹೈಕು, ಶಾಂತಿ. ಇದೆ ರೀತಿಯ (ಗಾತ್ರದ) ಆಂಗ್ಲ ಕವಿತೆಯೊಂದು ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಬಿತ್ತು. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.