buddha moon this quiet heartbreak of losing a father to his ageing heart muscles flower moon this May breeze has no sense of romance secondhand moon hoping the flowers last one more pooja yellowing the puja flowers thrown away at moonset ripe yellow among the jack-leaves morning moon night three the moon and the flowers both wilted Published at Cafe Haiku on 14/05/2023 as part of a group writing effort for the 'Flower Moon'.
Four sets of Haiku translated into Sanskrit (not perfect!): https://cafehaiku.wordpress.com/2021/05/14/abhyagata-palika/ https://cafehaiku.wordpress.com/2021/05/16/hasteh-chayayam-in-the-elephants-shadow/ https://cafehaiku.wordpress.com/2021/05/18/vasanta-gandham-spring-fragrance/ https://cafehaiku.wordpress.com/2021/05/20/garjana-dhwani-the-thunder/