Haiku

a poem by Bhavna Kothari

1.
My mother I know
slipping through my finger
are the memories of you.

2.
This night lay wrapped
under the star studded sky
in scent of jasmine.

3.
My days are usual
some wandering memories
everything else is dull.

4.
Look at the window
distant moon is framed there
so forlone and cold.