green of vitality
berries pungent, sweet or sour
life in short.
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I am not a poet certainly not one who can haiku. But then there is a contest at Writetribe, how can I not participate. The prompt is the picture given.
When I looked at the picture the green of the leaves struck me. Also the berries reminded me of ‘karand’ a berry widely available till some years back in South Kanara but not so anymore. These berries were used to make pickles and they have a pungent taste. I am told that it is sweet when ripened. But who allowed them to ripen, we were too busy plucking them, wiping on our shirts and eating them. 🙂
So folks sorry for the amateurish attempt and please forgive me for my lapses.
* karand also known as karonda in Hindi.
Searching Self 
I don’t know the rules of haiku but this one is excellent
Thanks for the encouragement KP sir but I really do not know. Haiky looks simple but it is not so
You at least made an attempt, I neevr even tried a Haiku..I fail words when I think of writing it 🙂
Try Latha. You write a lot of poetry so there is a chance that u can haiku too
I like it. 🙂
Thank you Gary and welcome to SS
Nice one!! 🙂 Somewhere we think alike!! 😀
Yeah we do 🙂 Thanks Aditi
You did a lovely job. Haiku looks easy to write but it isn’t that easy. It took me a long time to write my first haiku. Longer poems are much easier.
Very true Shilpa. I wrote unsuccessfully half a dozen until I lost patience and posted the seventh 🙂
Yeah, been there done that. 😀 😀
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This is beautiful Bhagyashree. I agree, those berries look like ” Kanda”. Bring backs childhood memories. We call them ” Kanda” in Konkani.Sour and tangy when raw and sweet after ripened 🙂
Hey I am konkani too but we call them karanda 🙂 Glad u liked it 🙂
Thank you for the entry and sorry for the delay in responding. My system crashed and I was a “virtually” challenged for a few days
Thats okay. I have been challenged myself the past couple of days 😀
How my heart aches to spot those familiar berries, in my native place. When younger, I used to pluck the berries, along the way to my friend’s house. Such a lovely post.