How haiku and other haikus
The dew is still wet,
My phone in early morning
Throws rays of welcome!

i know three digits,
Five, seven, five. Rest is Zen
That tells me what when.

Long poems take time,
Pain to rack my heart to write.
Haiku, i love you!

Who wants to be friend,
More than reader of poems?
Hurry, time is brief!

No more ego trips!
Soft pastel lines from now on:
Rains, leaves, waves, clouds, all.

© Sanjib Basu