My Haiku – 6

a poem by Christuraj Alex

Silenced

Sparrow is not heard
Might have fallen ill I thought ~
Numerous vultures

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Summer

The breeze seems angry
Wipes away each fine dewdrop ~
Leaves the rose lips dry

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Tell the Living

Death does never know
Play lute or flute, harp, or bass ~
Keep coffin open