Tuesday, 12 October 2021

Haiku by Mona Bedi


 

HAIKU


summer breeze

singing the song from

my childhood

 

dreidel

my daughter tells me

she is pregnant

 

new born girl

a pink chaffinch

on the windowsill

 

super moon

greeting it-

the cry of a cicada

 

singing songs

around a campfire-

flying sparks

 

mind fog

breaking my trance

call of a lapwing

 

rain puddle

I match my steps with

the dancing moon


By Dr Mona Bedi, Delhi, India.

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