Haiku--By Daya Bhat--India

Noon at my native-

salt, pepper,melon slices

jaguli chatter.

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April noon I see

as much as my window shows.

Claustrophobia.

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A red bird perches

on the empty gulmohar.

We both miss the blooms.

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The bonfire sparks fade

on my purple cardigan.

Fireflies are for real.

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Winter morning haze

dew drops on the yellow rose

light breeze, they all fall.

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Daya Bhat, from Bengaluru, India, writes poetry and short fiction. Apart from a book of poems, her short fiction and new poetry have been published in literary journals, most recently in Kitaab, The Tribe and Off the Coast.