Mosaic

    By R. Suresh babu

    My daughter has my eyes and I have inherited mine from my mom. My eyes are always wet. Mom had smiling eyes. Dad used to call her an apple of his eye. My husband called mine sparkling that hooked up young men. He punched on my face when I applied mascara to my eyes. I am waiting for Naina to sleep. Her eyes have curly lashes. The surma on them will ward off evil eyes.
    dawn –
    dappled light
    on the fawn’s body

    R. Suresh Babu hails from Thiruvalla in Kerala. His Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Cherita, Gembun, Tanka and Haibun have been published in various anthologies and journals. He is a contributing writer to the anthology, We Will Not Be Silenced of the Indie Blu(e) Publishing. He has done the art works for the Haiku anthology Bull-Headed, edited by Corine Timmer. He is the winner of the World Online Kukai, Kyoto Haiku Project 2021 and received an Honorable mention in the 75th Basho Memorial English Haiku Contest, 2021. Currently, he teaches at Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Chikkamagaluru.

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