A mid-week tanka for your reading pleasure (hopefully!).
a red rose
behind the shrubs
unseen
she belittles her own
existence
haikuKATHA Issue 30 April 2024
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Hello! Hope you are having a grand week. For my mid-week posting, i am pleased to present two of my published senryu, which though similar to haiku differs in that a seasonal reference or kigo is not there and deals more with human relationships etc. Here we go:
college reunion—
peals of laughter
i had forgotten
Mohua Maulik, haikuKATHA Issue 36 October 2024
carpet of leaves…
how the mighty go back
to their roots
Mohua Maulik, haikuKATHA Issue 38 December 2024
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Hello! Hope you are having a great Sunday. Today i share my first published haiku.
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Hello everyone! Today i present two unpublished tanka for your comments and suggestions
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Hello and good day to you. Today I am participating in Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt. The prompt is Magical Village. It can be any variation of the prompt or the image (below).
The photo is rather magical and made me throw caution to the wind and attempt a free verse. Actually, I am not even sure, if that’s what it is – anyway, here goes.
The World of Trees
Fireflies line the path Magical village Hiding in plain sight A lush rustling village No wants and little needs Strife there was none. Oblivious of taunts, curses and betrayals Partners for life with ample space for young’uns Once they grew roots they too stayed put. Some were short, some tall some colorful, some shy The naked and the bedecked together, no bite in their bark Phoenix rising from the ashes, They were that magical. Passing travellers stop by Catch a break, have a stretch, grab a bite, Scratch an itch or build a home They leave without even A hug, a pat or a backward glance Once in a while When the weather is fine, a light wind blowing they nod and wave to each other going about their daily chores Day in and day out, these voiceless master chefs concoct magic out of thin air Some make tea, some coffee Offering children of their heart an arm, a leg, their whole being With no expectations the tireless village plods on in pursuit of its Endless thankless task -- Feed and sustain 20 quintillion lives and counting
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Note (8/10/23): I changed the title of the poem as I felt that otherwise the poem was very obscure for most readers. Do let me know your thoughts. Thanks
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