How haiku and other haikus
The dew is still wet,
My phone in early morning
Throws rays of welcome!
i know three digits,
Five, seven, five. Rest is Zen
That tells me what when.
Long poems take time,
Pain to rack my heart to write.
Haiku, i love you!
Who wants to be friend,
More than reader of poems?
Hurry, time is brief!
No more ego trips!
Soft pastel lines from now on:
Rains, leaves, waves, clouds, all.
Sanjib Basu 