Air makes breeze that cools
Air makes strong storms and cyclones
Air when leaves, you're dead
Brilliant haiku. The meat of this poem is in the third line. So true. Air is gentle and harsh. Yet, without it, we also cease to exist. Cleverly written. To my Poem List.
Thank you very much RMJ. Air has so many faces, sometimes harsh and sometimes soft. Our life is definitely depending on it
Air when leaves, you're dead..........significant......thank u......anjandev roy.
Thank you Anjandev. When the air leaves us we are no more
Yes, air is gentle and wild. It comes to us in the form of a soft breeze, sometimes as wind or storm and sometimes in the form of a fierce tornado or hurricane! It is at once life giving and life destroying! Great Haiku!
Thank you very much dear poetess. Air is precious for us. Its omovement depending on its mass and speed becomes dear or dreadful. However when it entirely withdraws from us we fall dead
Very thought provoking haiku. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you very much dear AKP for the comments on Air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very perceptive haiku sir! Appreciated and admired...........................10/10