< meta charset="UTF-8"> Haibun Today: A Haibun & Tanka Prose Journal

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 4, December 2019

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Madhu Singh
New Delhi, India


my sikh neighbour’s house

A buffeting November wind fills the courtyard with dead leaves. Last winter the banyan wasn’t so barren. Who knows why this time its bark is cracked and peeling? The wail of autumnal wind is so subdued. In spring, it seemed familiar when it blew into the backyard, swept up the clothesline, pressed into the hung saris, filling them like a boat’s sail.

north wind:
how the baby howls
for milk

The rain used to hum a tune on the kitchen window. It traced messages on the windowpanes. Now it sulks behind closed chimneys, lamenting loudly.

The vacant dusk is an empty park—no children swing, no lovers stroll. There are no golden days, or kohl nights. Just unrelenting gray.

dawn smog:
the taste of metal
on my tongue

Was it the November wind that filled the courtyard with dead leaves?

Note: Gurpurab is the birthday of the founder of the Sikh religion, Guru Nanak. It is celebrated by lighting the streets, houses and gurudwaras. When there's a mourning in the family, the house is unlit.