Lotus
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)
To distill this into a haiku is not easy. But here is my humble effort:
falling leaves
a remembered fragrance –
lost lotus
Lotus by Huang Yongyu
Linked to Carpe Diem
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April 27, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Lovely, Bjorn. Such longing expressed here.
janet
gorgeous…his and yours!
Really beautiful I can almost smell the aroma x
Lovely poems, Bjorn, both Tagore’s and yours. I’ve always loved the national anthem of India written by Tagore.
Lovely!
I’m a Bengali Bjorn. I grew up reading Tagore’s poetry in bengali. This one is such great tribute to his work . Good job.
Gorgeous, Bjorn! A wonderful distillation, and I love the artwork too.
…lost but remember with artistic flare…
love your touch to the senses in this…
fragrance carries such memories….
I am in awe Björn… nice distilled haiku. Chapeau!