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By Mona Bedi

cumulonimbus —

still the clouds from
my childhood

winter dawn
a fledgling tries
to flee the nest

summer’s end
a whiff of autumn
takes me home

Lines

by Mona Bedi

summer sun
a lapwing struts
across the Murray

evening puja

by Mona Bedi

evening puja
we dance to the sound of cymbals
on the Haridwar ghat

Lines

by Mona Bedi

calm sea--
a cormorant lazily
dries its wings

Lines

by Mona Bedi

billowy clouds 
a red kite struggles
to stay afloat 

Lines

by Mona Bedi

forest trek
the sound of whitewater 
from each tree