Line dried laundry.
Sun baked in summery kiln,
pastel hued necklace.
Linking with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai)
Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai) On the auspicious occasion of Guru Nanak Dev Ji's Gurpurab, this poem emerges as a ...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
Such a delightful and beautifully written haiku, Rab. Wonderfully woven, especially your last line. Thank you for joining in my weekly prompt. 💛
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind and lovely words
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