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Ceasefire Haiku by Faisal Mohyuddin
To kill with such ease, You must first murder your own Soul. Is it worth it?
Each next bomb you drop Kills another universe Of innocence, yours.
Their ghosts will haunt this Land, will remain forever Between you and rest.
Who then is the real Monster? Dreams will remind you, Every mirror too.
You too should demand Ceasefire. Don't tell me you have Given in too, died.
November 1, 2023
Five Answers
i. It is the inhalation of the stalwart scent of decaying seaweed. ii. It is the thrill of rollercoaster cliffs from cuspate crag to hidden cove. iii. It is the underfoot crunch of cockleshells and the landslip of pebbles. iv. It is the salty sparkles v. and the guttural gulls swooping down and stealing chips. Kim M. Russell, 18th April 2022 On the eighteenth day of NaPoWriMo, the prompt is…
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To live is to be a dying thing, all else is mystery.
Faisal Mohyuddin, from “Ghazal for the Lost” appearing in Glass: A Journal of Poetry
