Probir Gupta Poet Haiku

Astonishment

An old flower tree
Crushed under a tornado
Sadly hums a bee
       
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Sheer night kills a day
Pearl drops flood many a cheek
Life appears all Greek
       
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Here stood the old oak
A haven for hundred birds
Well, where did it go?
     
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You are just a brook
No right to turn back and look
Move on straight or crook
    
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Still you write letters
I am away from fetters
Bees hum merrily

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Viv Wigley February 1, 2016 at 11:33 PM I do love Haiku, Probir, and you do them so well. Full of colour, and they speak on many levels. Keep up the good work. Regards, Viv Probir Gupta February 1, 2016 at 11:55 PM Thank you...

Robert Lindley February 1, 2016 at 4:40 PM Very nice set . My favorite-- "Here stood the old oak A haven for hundred birds Well, where did it go?" A7 Probir Gupta February 1, 2016 at 11:53 PM Thank you...

Skat A February 1, 2016 at 2:33 PM well done,,, love the first haiku. skat Probir Gupta February 1, 2016 at 11:54 PM Thanks and thanks and thanks again...