Latha Chakravarty
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read

Haiku

Wait for the flower…

There it’s done!

Unfurling unseen.

Rains lash at glass panes

scribbling pattern of tears

nature’s sorry stains

Concrete mixer grinds

rocks, stones, pebbles into paste

empty windows stare

How warm aroma

of breakfast on pan drifts in

past nostrils’ cool gates