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Daily Verse

Week 3, November 2023

Image by Kelly Sikkema

The Park Today
by Satbir Chadha 13th November, 2023

Simple Maple Leaves

The park today……is full of November sorrow

Grief has settled like particles of dust on limpid drooping leaves

The green subverted to a melancholy smoggy hue

There is no breeze the calm air they say, is a villain 

No branches sway no birds sing


The squirrels seem to have slunk away

No twittering birds are around today


Two eagles streak across the grey sky

As though escaping to greener lands


I sit on a cold stone bench in the park

With my dull mobile phone in my hands


My sleepy slow small town in the foothills of Nainital 


Where to visit your neighbour you walked two hundred yards

Where one plucked fresh fruits from one’s own garden

And shared veggies that were more than one needed 

We all walked to the cowshed for milk freshly milched

Frothy and with the fragrance of fodder 


My Haldwani is now chock-o-block with apartment blocks

Each neighbour within earshot

The single brick walls save inches for the builder 

No trees, no fresh fruits no cows either 

Except for some strays thrown out

Having crossed productive age 

Chomping pitifully on trash and polythene bags

My idyllic flower hedged town walls

Replaced with pathetic slogans and advertisements 

Gone are the stone hedged boundaries 

At the alter of development and urbanisation 

I’m a stranger, this is not my hometown 

Any more


December they say begins by being sad

The sorrow of the world everywhere

Till the gorgeous bright night in Bethlehem 

A new star shines and Jesus is born 

Food Blog


by Vijay Prasad, 14th November, 2023

Image by Jan Haerer

winter fog  . . .

she pulls me into

a word

Image by Jackson David

her touch unmutes all the seasons

Image by Jamie Street

autumn weeds  a hope recycled

Image by okeykat

plurality of her rain soaked body

Image by Aaron Burden

first crocus  all her smiles retro branded

Image by Dmitry Schemelev

Seasons of my Life
By Rupa Anand 15th November 2023

Group of Green Leaves

i have not vanished

the street is full of my steps

the clouds are full of my generosity 

the park is full of my cats


a swami prays for my afterlife

this garden is full of my flowers

my husband is full of my regrets

my daughters are full of my hopes


when i walk by the river in Calgary

i have not disappeared somewhere

when i sit by the Ganga in Rishikesh 

i belong to the wind surging behind


i am a force that exists beyond time

in the scented pages of my poems 

i live in my parents and my ancestors 

each month i wear as a new dress


my mind is that mountain full of all

the yesterdays and the tomorrows

strong, abiding, leaning into the sky

who says that i have vanished?


i am life in all the seasons 

the river flows with my ashes

i am reborn here, there, perhaps 

everywhere, of this i am certain 

Image by Daniel Frank

Haiku on Autumn

By Ravi Kiran 16th November 2023

Autumn Wreath
Park in the Fall

in all languages

the chorus

of autumn leaves

Image by Annie Spratt

boring through

the autumn stillness

a maple seed

Image by Robert Reyes

late autumn

blue fills the space

between branches

Image by Katie Moum

By Mayumi Yamamoto  17th November  2023

Autumn Wreath

I used to like autumn.


We have colourful autumnal flowers in the fields.

Red spider lily.

Canada goldenrod.


They are free from human control, and

decorate gloomy brown fields as they wish

with ruddy faces and golden slender figures.


Once, autumn had boisterous flower parades

in my eyes.

They were lively and noisy, and no less mirthful

than those of spring.

It was a joy to witness their arrival,

even though they stayed in this world

for only a passing season.

I didn’t mind.

I still welcomed their fleeting visit

and sent them off generously.

Then, I looked forward to winter

while expecting Christmas

and a Happy New Year.


I loved autumn.

But this year,

I can’t celebrate autumn

irrespective of its boast of beautiful flowers.

Because my flowers in the balcony

that have survived a sizzling summer

on her grave

--once having exhibited their beautiful figures

as she did--

now squat and grab onto poles

to support themselves,

as they wither

with each passing day

until they fall onto the soil.

That reminds me of her last days.



you asked me to take

pictures of these autumnal flowers

blooming in the fields with abandon.

“We don’t have autumn

in our tropical island,”

you said.


“You are lucky,”

I said voiceless

in my mind.


I was grateful to you

for sharing my grief

on the night when I lost her.

It was in spring.


I’ll send you the pictures of

red spider lily and

Canada goldenrod.


Winter is just around the corner

in my balcony.

Biographies of Poets

Mayumi Yamamoto is a writer and academic based in Kyoto, Japan. She taught at Yamaguchi University for 20 years and in between was assigned as a research associate for two years at the embassy of Japan, Kathmandu. After her retirement, she started writing nonacademic articles in English. Her literary works have appeared in Literary Yard, Indian Periodical, the Space Ink, RIC Journal, Spillwords, Ariel Chart and Parcham. She authored several published books in the Japanese language.

Ravi Kiran is an Electronics Engineer and is a working professional. All things Japanese -from Bonsai to Japanese kitchen knives fascinate him. Haiku, which is a journey for Ravi, is also a means of unwinding in the midst of his professional routine. Ravi Kiran’s haiku are featured in leading international journals. Ravi Kiran lives in Hyderabad with his wife and daughter.

Rupa Anand is a spiritual seeker and a published writer of experiences. Writing since 2008, her poems are an expression of images, thoughts, ideas, emotions and events that somehow get etched upon her mind and psyche. She says “There is magic in Nature. I hope my poems will connect readers with the beauty and calm of the natural world." Rupa has a BA (Hons) in English Literature from Lady Shri Ram College, University of Delhi. A cancer survivor, she lives in New Delhi with her husband, daughter and beloved cats.

Vijay Prasad is a poet from Patna, India. He is disappointingly interested in life. He has a passion for haiku, language, philosophy, and so on ... He is published in Bones, Under the Basho, tinywords, Failed Haiku, The Mumba Journal, Haiku Dialogue, Prune Juice, among others. 

Satbir Chadha is the author of the highly acclaimed book, “For God Loves Foolish People”, for which she was awarded the Reuel International prize. Her second novel is “Betrayed, tale of a rogue surgeon”, a medical thriller. She has three solo poetry collections to her credit, “Breeze”, “Glass Doors”, and the recent “The Last Lamp”. She was awarded the Litpreneur Award by Authorspress in 2019, And she is also the founder of the NISSIM International Prize for Literature, awarded every year to upcoming writers of English prose and poetry. 

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