TANKA TAKE HOME — 18th March 2026 Featuring poet: Kanjini Devi
- Priti Aisola

- Mar 18
- 3 min read
Updated: Mar 18
hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
18th March 2026
poet of the month: Kanjini Devi
the paddock now free
from blackberry brambles
rescue goats
the permanent tracks
they leave in my heart
(haikuKATHA Issue 28, February 2024)
(SPOTLIGHT Triveni Haikai India Oct2025)
farmers moving
stock on the road
I slow down
to greet each beast
at e y e l e v e l
(Kokako Issue 41 September 2024)
a blackbird
limps across the lawn
gathering twigs
oh, but some days
all I want is write poetry
(haikuKATHA Issue 38, December 2024; Tejasvat Award)
We thank Kanjini Devi very warmly for sharing her wonderful poems with us.
More about the poet:
Kanjini Devi is a yoga teacher based in The Far North of Aotearoa New Zealand. Her published poetry can be seen in Cattails, Prune Juice, troutswirl (The Haiku Foundation blog), Triveni Haikai India, Kōkako, NZPS's a fine line, Echidna Tracks, Eucalypt, Drifting Sands Haibun, Contemporary Haibun Online, Failed Haiku, The Helping Hand Haiku Anthology 2020, Frogpond, Red Moon Anthology, The NZPS Anthology 2020, and A Sensory Journey Haiku Down Under Anthology 2024. She has received Honourable mentions in THF Monthly Kukai, and the Triveni Haikai India's Tejasvat Award. She is the current mentor at HAIKUsutradhar and haiku editor at Under the Bashō.
Some Reflections on Kanjini’s Poems:
In the first two tanka, the reader is struck by the undeniable presence of this feeling: the narrator’s empathy with other creatures and her sincere need to connect with them. The lasting impression they leave on her mind and memory comes through very clearly.
The third tanka is poignant and endearing. The blackbird, though hurt, is busy ‘gathering twigs’, perhaps for a nest. On the other hand, the narrator wistfully wishes to opt out of daily chores on ‘some days’ and just write poetry – have the leisure to be creative.
Your Challenge this Week!
Write about a moment or moments when you keenly observed another creature or experienced a connection with it … empathized with it. Or, write about a longing for moments of leisure ... moments which allowed you to step out of the daily grind; moments that gave you the chance to pause, look around, and immerse yourself in a creative activity.
Have fun!
And remember – tanka, because of those two extra lines, lends itself most beautifully when revealing a story. And tanka prose is storytelling.
Give these ideas some thought and share your tanka and tanka-prose with us here. Keep your senses open, observe things that happen around you and write. You can post tanka and tanka-prose outside of these themes as well.
PLEASE NOTE
1. Post only one poem at a time, only one per day.
2. Only 2 tanka and two tanka-prose per poet per prompt.
Tanka art, of course, if you want to.
3. Share your best-polished pieces.
4. Please do not post something in a hurry or something you have just written. Let it simmer for a while.
5. Post your final edited version on top of your original verse.
6. Don't forget to give feedback on others' poems.
We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished tanka and tanka-prose (within 250 words) to be considered for inclusion in the haikuKATHA monthly magazine.


unwritten letter
I dwell on your monologue
thoughts bleeding
differences prevail
between us
#1 Katherine E Winnick
Brighton UK
Feedback welcome
#1 25/03
alone
I couldn’t make friends
even with
the cherry blossoms in bloom
seen from the train window
Fatma Zohra Habis/ Algeria
#1 ocean flight
the tray table
transforms into a wall
to watch thoughts
and my name drift by Nicholas Klacsanzky USA
#1
an octopus
bleeds blue
every day
I learn something new
about our differences
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury, USA
24.03.2026
#1
Faces
Alongside the flock of little black birds, that darkens a part of the sky, is a white tiny one. Maybe, he lost his clan or his way. Yet he flutters his wings with the same zest like the others. Do they speak the same language? Is he taunted by the others as he's strayed from his own clan? Or he's been given a warm welcome?
the faces
of strangers i see
on my path daily
what stories they'd tell
if we shake hands one day
Kalyanee Arandhara
Assam, India