Thursday, 8 September 2022

Five Senryu by Dr Mona Bedi




Five Senryu 

by Dr Mona Bedi

 

the wind

skipping on trees

thunderstorm

 

seashells

all our hidden

desires

 

loon call—

all the things i left

unsaid

 

windy ranch

just the squeaky call

of a prairie dog 

 

sidewalk beggar

all his belongings 

in a rucksack

 

By Dr Mona Bedi, Delh, India.

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