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I cannot write poetry . However,what I write, I cannot call it prose. Whenever I've shown it to someone they said it was poetry. You read and decide then let me know



Saturday, 14 March 2026

A Haiku series documenting the fair ground scenes oGoa in December



12.12.2025

Festive mood in the -

air, here and there, everywhere .

Chritmas is coming .


The banjaras sit

With their mortars and grinders.

Few buy, few pass by.


13.12.2026

The pavement their home.

With blankets and stoves, waiting -

For their wares to sell.


14.12.2025.

In the festive air

I see despair  in their eyes.

No one buys their wares.


15.12.2025 

Husband, wife and child,

Standing together, urging

People to buy toys.


No one looks at them.

Sometimes a balloon is bought

And sometimes a ball.


16.12.2025


The Banjara kids

Tug at other kids to buy

Streamers and balloon


17.12.2025

The fair is over

Bricks, burst balloons  lie scattered.

The banjaras  gone.

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