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

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