Aniruddha Pathak Poet Tercet

The poem I’m pregnant with -4

And those forever on the run,
Vain like rain ‘pon a verdant wood
Lush with leafy weeds wildly grown.

Or early morning’s fog in haze,
Gossamer gauze in its sheer mood
That vanish in lingering laze.

Or take a sun, rising nigh late
From behind tall hills like a hood,
That sets, ere entering my gate

Imagine a mid-summer’s breeze
Bare before I have had it good,
And faces doldrums’ sudden freeze.

Poems all, I was pregnant with
Once ‘pon a time, but now to brood
And miscarried nigh oh like a myth. 
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Reflections |12.03.2026| breeze/wind, fog, sun, woods/weeds, tercet

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