Homespun Haiku
Bitterness is
A lemon tree
Never planted
Frog in a pond.
Behind the village of Benafim there is
a manmade pond where I went fishing
and met a mud coloured frog who had
the nerve asking me to kiss it tenderly!
First I refused on the ground that it may
turn out to be an effete prince. "No, no"
the frog said, "I'm a beautiful princess"
I looked around, picked it up, kissed it and threw it into the lake.
A cascade of water and an Indian elephant waded ashore.
"You lied" I said. "Yes I did, you wouldn't have believed me if I had told the truth"
Summer Grief.
A cold summer day in beginning of June, in the morning hailstones had fallen,
now the day was clear and sharp. I was going on a train journey to another town;
mother followed me to the station. In the compartment looking out she suddenly looked old,
wore a shabby coat hadn't bother to comb her hair and she wore no make up.
Waved as long as I could see her, then sat down tried to read a magazine
but could not concentrate, was feeling terrible guilty for having been ashamed of my own mother.
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