Some Haiku from the night of 9th November

widows by windows,
squatting orphans, searching tear
in the dusty road

in the land of death
a birthday cake in coffin
arrived for the poet

a mouthful of words
i puke, they call it silence
They - those artless lives

dip me in your tea
but free me inside the cup
Let me swim like fish

just the hopeless nights
sings melancholy of souls
which are called lovers

1 comment:

Korou said...

the 2nd n d 3rd... very overwhelming.