Swiftly flowing mass
Lunge out from the tree’s branches…
Enraged bees attack.
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Swiftly flowing mass
Lunge out from the tree’s branches…
Enraged bees attack.
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Sudden heat
Nor’wester rushes in..
Mayhem till it lasts.
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Hardened by nature…
Mesmerising everyone
Through generations.
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Sound of constant blows
Every morn at my window-
Woodpecker’s red plume.
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Detached leaves of trees
Vagabond in winter breeze….
Unyielding bonds break.
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The ageing tiger
Chipped canine and reduced bite….
A man eater now.
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Warmth of spring season
Memory of my past life….
I hear them beckon.
PS : In Hindu religion, a crow is considered to be a carrier of the soul of a dead relative. When the dead relatives wish to visit the earth, they come in the form of crows. A reason why crows are sought during a funeral rituals and provided offerings; by that it is hoped that the dead soul also gets the offering. This haiku is a derivation from this ritual.
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Chilly night….
Cold moon outside my balcony
Smell of mothball on sweater.
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Timorous sun sets
Daylight slowly ebbs away-
Traffic flows back home.
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Glowing bride in red
Tinge of sorrow in her smile-
Twilight hues sadden.
PS : An Indian bride would be usually decked in shades of red on the wedding day. While it is an occasion of joy,there is also a hint of sadness in the bride's house as the next morning would entail departure of the bride.
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