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Six Kannada haiku

ಕೋಳಿ ಸುಟ್ಟು ರಸ್ತೆ —
ಒಂದು ಹೆಸರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಎಷ್ಟು
ರಹಸ್ಯಗಳು

ರಾಗಿ ಮುದ್ದೆ
— ಹೊರನಾಡಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ಮಣ್ಣು ವಾಸನೆ

ಕೋಗಿಲೆ ಹಾಡು
— ಹಾಲುಗಾರರಿನ
ಸೈಕಲ್ ಗಂಟೆ

ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ಹೊರಗಿನವರು
— ಬೆಳ್ಳಂದೂರು ನೊರೆ

ಗಾಜಿನ ಕಟ್ಟಡಗಳು —
ಒಂದು ಟಂಬ್ಲರ್ ಮಜ್ಜಿಗೆ
ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಕ್ಕತೆ

ಕೊಳಲುಗಾರ
— ಎಂ ಜಿ ರಸ್ತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಏರ್ಟೆಲ್ ರಾಗ

Published in Amaravati Poetic Prism 2016
ed. Padmaja Iyengar,
Cultural Centre of Vijayawada & Amaravati
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