Feb 28, 2021 | Author, Pravat Kumar Padhy
so much to speak before
she left smiling
wild flower–
I breathe my
loneliness
melting away my pain— garden dew
the zero-shadow moment I am with myself
cherry blossoms—
the scent bridging
the long river
moonlit shadow
the old dogs lick
each other
blue earth–
lone robot on
the moon
deep dark space
many cosmic townships
with their own light
early dawn–
millions of stars
in dark
moonrise the sky from the oncology wing
early evening
the bat moves
moonward
Dog is misspelled
the child discovered
the Great
composing haiga–
painting sunlight
with black ink
a piece of chalk in my pocket first day of retirement
Valentine’s Day—
between you and me
a thin moonlight
flock of sheep–
the moon guiding
the evening
morning breeze–
the remnant rain drops
holding on to leaves
cattle herd
the one who walks
differently
deep silence–
planets move around
without noise
red carpet–
the monks walk
barefoot
old palace–
the guide speaks on
behalf of the king
foreign land–
amongst all strangers
a known moon
coins our ancestors exchanged a great length of time
first rain
the paper boat carries
my childhood
tea garden–
the narrow lane
leading to the sky
winter morning
the scarecrow with
a snow-cap
desert journey—
camels follow shadow
after shadow
sunrise–
the morning enters
without a knock
