Cinquains

a poem by Nirmaldasan

MOTHER AND CHILD
She smiles
In ecstasy.
Cradled in her arms lies
The new-born which no smile returns-
But cries!

MYNAH
Birdie,
Do you hear me?
Like a banner unfurled
Your wings are spread to scale the skies.
Adieu.

THE PREY
Beyond
The spotted deer
Lurks in stillness the beast.
Its spots they say can never change.
It springs…