Haiku

Up in the sky, you
Are the harsh blue this June noon
Embracing my world.

And I would have you
Pick me up from this earth, eat,
Make me immortal.

Then I could with you
Roam the milky way at night
Shower stars on you.

See the world below:
Insignificant ant haunts-
And be assured

That no more am I
Cacophony, illusion,
But in heaven’s arms

I am pure as the
Gold grains rinsed from the waters
Of Subansiri.