Summer - a haiku

Blob of sun gold
in the tree - an oriole
or mango ripening? 

Desert

The creeping desert
sand fashions a million
wrinkles around my eyes. 
           ~

Random musings

Passion does not always find money
Else I would be
a happy woman
selling my poems.

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In the sky sailed kites
of multicolored paper
And some with wings spread wide.

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What could you give me?
I often wondered.
Then I lost you.

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(c) Alaka Yeravadekar