Mimosas blossom
Feature of the break of Spring
Light rain starts to fall
Camellias in bloom
Sparrows sing a lovely song –
Buddha awakens
Feeble butterfly
Struggles out of its cocoon –
Bloom opens its folds
Monday morning blues
I try to follow the ant –
I land on a rose
Sunflowers stand proud
Under the scorching midday sun –
Petals as soft as pain
Written during second lockdown in Mauritius, these haiku florets and others to come, keep me sane and healthy.
Anita Bacha
Pretty yellow rose,
Sunbathing in the courtyard,
Intruder fly bites!
Exquisite pink rose,
Flaunts her fresh,youthful beauty,
In the spring of life.
In the morning rain,
Bruised dust-pink rose shivers,
On a bed of thorns.
Frail rose bud petals,
Burn in blaze of dry season ,
Thirsting for rain drops.
Lush garden roses,
Half-blossom bends to her weight ,
Till the last fold falls!
With a magic splash of fresh paints,
Trees and plants
Grim and dark,
With a spark
Into emerald green, are changed,
Donned is the sky in glistening blue,
Splendid and meek, the golden sun
Flirts jauntily,
Budding flowers kissing delicately
Coaxing beauty in the fun;
As spring plays with colors,
With the melodious songs of birds,
With the waltz of cheery butterflies,
With the noble heart of man,
New hopes, like fresh petals unbolt,
Blossoming gaily in the garden of life.
Anita Bacha
Anita Bacha 