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'.
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