Tanka by Kala Ramesh,
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AUM
resonates
for
a while, gently
fading
away into
Aum
– primodial sound
Both
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narrating
my problems
the whole hour passes . . .
before I sense that her life’s
not going too well either
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empress
trees
my
ears catch a leaf
voicing
“goodbye”
touching
as many leaves
in
it’s fall to the ground
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a novel
half read
lies beside him -
a smile on his face
he dreams his dreams
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hair dyed
wrinkles under cover
she sits daintily in the park
a child flashes by
yelling ‘hi grandma’
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colors of spring run
each passing day
the water in my bucket
turns muddy
with fallen dreams