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Seasons of Life- Haibun! ! ! !
I gather dry leaves,
Autumnal hues still alive;
Fresh flowers fade, wilt.
Poppies dance in breeze,
Bright red nodding their head,
On crowded pathway.
Hot winds are blowing,
Stay indoors, sip lemon tea;
Await evening breeze.
Pomegranate-
Arils the shade of garnets,
Jewels, on my plate.
Sun is westward bound,
I gaze from a rock on beach…
Silence, despite crowd.
Slowly, darkness creeps,
Water reflects temple lights
On the banks of Ganges.
Bones ache, lie awake;
Oh, grandfather clock strikes twelve.
Someone snores, next door.
A storm is raging,
Not alone in my misery;
I have some company.
Have a fitful sleep,
Someone nudges my elbow-
Morning smiles, tip toe…
Sun’s rays light up room
Slowly lifts weariness, gloom
Snug, pull up my quilt.
poem
by
Mamta Agarwal
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