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A Tanka and 3 Haikus

Shloka Shankar

 
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Kaapi in one hand
I hear the soft mandolin
gently playing on--
wisps of hair all about me,
the wind was my instrument.

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Resplendent and bright
Spring was my alluring Muse;
bedecked and untamed.

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A dull, futile pang
a sense of vague emptiness;
always persistent.

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A sudden passion --
my cheeks blush and blood surges,
ignited, ambushed.

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