Haiku – I (Two Wards Bedded Frail)

I.

The morning mess up
A straight feign from the classics –
Dances away wit

II.

The will reeled eerie
Without any aversion –
Views past the figures

III.

Seems forged in denial
Tricks with fools’ end sour
In dawn disappear

IV.

Letters and satires
Afforded in abundance –
Mimicry on fringe

V.

Stars leave night to balk
Fordes mingle wet on the edge
Seldom do they wait

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017-2018

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