September 18, 2021Ten Haiku
metropolitan city—
each raga
smoke-laden
coin collection—
the clink
of grandma’s voice
away from home—
the crackle
of mother’s onions
virtual classroom—
now my friends
captured in squares
gas tragedy—
pale glow
of the sun
winter fog
… with each layer
a brewing argument
winter chill …
in search of bread
a roaming dog
sunrise
the old city
lights up
summer holidays—
mangoes
in my dreams
winter fog …
each tree
a ghost
from 2021 RYPA