Remembrance
He would walk with a
little more stress on right leg. His long eye lashes would make him look shy
and sober. In his nicely combed straight hairs, he would carry a mother's love.
Many times I played hide and seek in his house, but he was never part of the
game; any game. I would often peep into his study room with my paws, carefully
kept on the floor not to make noise. As a result, I didn't hear his voice
either.
Then they say he
went for an adventurous boat ride not to return ever and want me to believe.
I believe; I hardly
knew him.
boundary
I can't see the
petals
close to the wall
Aparna Pathak is a
freelance writer from Gurugram, Haryana (India) who finds writing Japanese
forms to be soulful. Her work appears in 8th Yamadera Basho Memorial English Haiku, Hedgerow, Prune Juice, Presence,
Akisame (Newsle'er of European Haiku society), Chrysanthemum, Creatrix, Heron’s Nest and is upcoming in the fall
issue of Wild Plum. Recently she was
Haiku Master of the month for April by NHK world TV program-Haiku Masters that
also featured one of her photo haiku in July. She has a haiku commended in
IAFOR haiku awards 2016.
Aparma,
ReplyDeleteThe light and heartwarming tone of this haibun is great. Welcome to Whispers!
Your new friend,
Davud Fox
Nice poem, Aparna. Thank you for sharing it and continued blessings! And, if you are new to Whispers, welcome!
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Dear Aparna,
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy to see you already have two comments on your insightful haibun. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent with us. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen
Interesting ,best wishes,angelee
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