25th July 2008
Dragonfly rests on
the warm windshield, then flies --
to flit the summer.
An attempt to put up Haiku in the English language but with an Indian flavour. Other forms of poetry, equally bad, may make cameos.
Dragonfly rests on
the warm windshield, then flies --
to flit the summer.
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The placid moon tries
to soothe the angry Loo and --
my indignation.
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The icy wind has,
killed my golden spring fairies --
Not the hopes of spring.
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Blackened lumps of snow,
oozing silent death, were once ---
Swaying, white music.
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