War haiku

Night bombing
leaves the garden
white as death

Vultures waiting
for the leftovers
of the sacrifice

Whiteness of the moon
and rocks howl with the wind--
fear in the veins

In the ruins
searching her photo:

Standing behind
the window bars observes
darkness in shapes

Awaits his son's
phone call from the border:
dogs and cats wail

A dead voice
calling up at dawn:
drowsy eyes

on her bed rings
the cellphone

Unmoved by the wind
he sits on a rock wearing
peace of the lake

Dhanbad, India

Copyright R.K.Singh, 2005