Swoop

The eagle’s sharp eyes

takes note of movement on ground…

sends it swooping down.

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/07/19/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-367-note-and-send/

Monsoon

Onset of monsoon…

Dust, dirt scattered over land

Dragged on and displaced.

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/06/14/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-362-drag-and-dust/

Melody

Since long some music floats in air
Unknowingly, my eyes get filled with tears.

Relationships long lost, remember me today.
Nostalgia of bygone times hum a tune in the head.

The voices of childhood woven in my dreams.
The ice-cream vendor’s voice and the induced craving.

Why have the raindrops lost their mellifluous voice?
Does your absence make them so listless?  

The journey continues, some more miles before I rest.
May strains of some happy music be my journey’s mate. 



PS : The picture brought about a whirlwind of thoughts inside my head, which refused to be subjugated into some sort of rhythmic flow. The original of the lines produced here came to me in the form of a ghazal in Hindi.  I have translated them. 

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https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/05/31/what-do-you-see-84-may-31st-2021/

A Friend of Trees

On 21st May 2021, India lost a personality who would probably rank as one among many of its great sons. Sundarlal Bahuguna was a visionary who understood the value of a trees and how preventing their mindless felling would go a long way to improve the environment at large.

His unique movement was named “Chipko”, literally meaning “Glued”, in which he inspired ordinary women from the villages of India to hug a tree each, thereby preventing men from cutting down the tree. A true believer in Gandhian principles of non-violence, this was a peaceful way to protest the mindless felling of trees. 

We certainly need more such “friends of trees” in today’s world. 

Mission to save trees-
Simple folks inspired to act
Peaceful protest.

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https://onewomansquest.org/2021/05/24/vjs-weekly-challenge-trees/

A Moment in Time

Plunging rapid roars

Tempered by the brook below…

Sunrise hues beckons.

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/05/17/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-358-plunge-and-rapid/

https://only100words.xyz/2021/05/13/three-line-tales-276/

This Veil of Smog

Doomsday! Doomsday!! Doomsday!!!
This is what every blob of cloud seemed to say.
Mankind was on its way.
Advancing slowly, but certainly towards doom’s way!

Not a single tree now survived.
In a land that was once lush green.
As mankind aimed to propel itself towards the sky.
A jungle of concrete, on land grew up to thrive. 

Pollution poisoned the air making it toxic.
No longer did it retain its freshness.
Smoke from the factories and vehicles
Hung heavy everywhere, static.

Spewing at a rate, beyond any speculation.
Tall columns of smoke presided, hardly any respite.
They burned the eyes and clogged the lungs
The days grew dark, the thick smog shut out the sun. 

Uncontrollable now, doom seemed the only prediction.
Humanity’s death knell seemed to have been rung.
Slowly but steadily advancing each day.
Mankind kept pushing itself towards its own extinction.

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https://fivedotoh.com/2021/05/10/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-117/