I don’t dabble in Haiku
Neither in Senryu
I thought Haiku was a flow in nature
A gentle autumnal Japanese garden
with a bridge across a tiny stream
a short bridge like a t(h)ree-lined verse!
I thought Senryu was human emotion,
action, a little trick of deliberate thought
Somebody telling you a little thing
about deeds and misdeeds being weapons!
Haiku and Senryu, I imagine,
are quirky little aphorisms
But even as they say so little
They happen to speak a lot!
So, I just couldn’t help this…
This little motley mix:
I felt like Jack Honour
Till my integrity was a goner
And my charity was no donor
Was there a spider
At your buffet, Miss Muffet?
The fly may be the rider
I saw a little dawn
in brilliant golden dew
And I thought of you
And in the arc of the rainbow
I thought I saw myself flow
But it was only a hardened floor
I shivered on a cold night
Then I saw twilight
And imagery took flight
I think I am always right
Like the drunk, who was tight
just the other night
Is the sky blue?
And the waters aqua?
What for the rainbows are?
In the fields of rice
The mice are cosy and nice
Farmers feel bitter as vice
Childhood was easy as a frond of palm
till the diviner read my palm
And saw so many bubbles of trouble!
Finally,
You know resistivity
may be much of an activity
Sometimes, it is just passivity!
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