Here’s my first attempt at writing a Haiku. Wrapped in vermillion She climbed up the dias To light her pyre Thank you Raamesh and Rajeev for your critique

Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of […]

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