Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Remembrance--By Aparna Pathak--India


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.

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. 


  1. Aparma,
    The light and heartwarming tone of this haibun is great. Welcome to Whispers!
    Your new friend,
    Davud Fox

  2. Nice poem, Aparna. Thank you for sharing it and continued blessings! And, if you are new to Whispers, welcome!

    -MJ (

  3. Dear Aparna,

    What 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.


  4. Interesting ,best wishes,angelee