Brings sun in morning
Novelty in activity and
Dawn turns glad and gay
Fresh blooms smile at child.
Child finding joy, grins.
The ants suck nectar.
The breeze whispers
In lovers’ ears, words of love.
Drizzles bathe them fresh.
Vines boast of fresh grapes.
Can’t withstand squalls and fall down.
But weed tides over wind.
Fresh leaf laughs at dry.
Dry leaf, poor, tells the fresh one,
“Old age yours is not
so far.”
We hear often farm- fresh
Fruit and vegetables,but sure
They are poison-fresh.
We hear often farm- fresh
Fruit and vegetables,but sure
They are poison-fresh.
Sarala. for http://haiku-heights.blogspot.in/
this is a beautiful composition...
ReplyDeleteloved each one of it!!!
Thank you,Satya.
DeleteLovely poem and the cycle of rejuvenation and to continue.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteWonderfully composed. A grand bouquet of Haiku.
ReplyDeleteNice poem. They use the word "fresh" for anything as a sales pitch. Have you heard of "fresh frozen fish"?
ReplyDeleteThank you,SG. I haven't heard that but sounds funny.
DeleteFresh leaf laughs at dry.
ReplyDeleteDry leaf, poor, tells the fresh one,
“Old age yours is not so far.”
How nicely and truly said
Thank you,Partha.
Deleteold age is not yours far
ReplyDeletethey are full of poison
every line is excellent
Pretty good thoughts.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
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