My Haiku – 3

a poem by Christuraj Alex

Hold on

I tell these dry leaves
Do not get forced by the wind ~
Enjoy the cool breeze

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Irony

Let the love birds chirp
Do not slash their singing throats ~
Says the slaughterer

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Heat

Leaves cover the buds
Flowers close their eyes in shame ~
Nude immodest sun