Haiku of the Day February 2026: Love
While curating poems for February, I began by looking for roses, cakes, and stuffed teddy bears with promises of more after sunset. But as I combed through journal after journal in search of poems about love, I was reminded of that old line-isn’t every poem a love poem? Sure, it might say “grief” or “widowhood” or “moon” (sometimes preceded by a random noun), but at its core, the emotion remains that most universal marker of human existence-at least until the AI bots take over.
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– Raghav Prashant Sundar
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twilight is fading
we’re still standing
with our arms around each other
The antique milk can.
Among blackberry bushes
in her floral dress.
I take a bath
in the Myagdi River—
her eternal love
Assuming the question is addressed to me, it is my interpretation of
the theme of love. Take a vow of charity each day bread and butter for the have nots or
street dwellers. Dented bowl speaks of their penury.
i hope i have made it clear.
with regards
Radhamani sarma
LOVBE IT
gold seamed vase –
a cherished memory
of grandma’s love
each day –
bake one bread and butter
dented bowl
Please explain