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Poems By Ram Krishna Singh

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THERE’S NO GRACE

Dusk is doomed
when I shovel light
in darkness

fail to live
the intensity
of prayer

moistened eyes
draw me near divine
for a while

soul is light
and flowers and wings
furl in moon

but soon pain
overwhelms my space
and tears swell

fingers feel
decaying fireflies
in lamplight

voice turns blue
I scare my vision
there’s no grace

REVELATIONS

Widening cracks, leaking roofs
choked drains in the courtyard
water logging and myriad
such small things make rains a pain

there’s no romance in rainbow
I can’t shape colors of morning
morning shapes my color:

I’m the victim of my views
that shape my head each day
realities and yoga conspire

drinks and pills deride from clothesline
flowers and trees speak in grey
compost of years oozes no wisdom

whatever the poetry, it stinks
idols on the beasts and cattle
overload the carriage
I can’t deliver the burden

prostrate and worship
touch the feet,foolishness
makes me small, frustrate
sitting on the ground
in the dust, degrade

it’s long fog, with blurred light
virtually blind, no seer
no revelations

I’M NO RIVER: A TANKA SEQUENCE

The sun couldn’t help
nor fish protest:
river has no sex
so it dried up
trapped in its own banks

the otter watches
a duck walking on
the frozen river
icicles drop bit by bit
from a lone tree

at the river bank
she folds her arms and legs
resting her head
upon her knees and sits
as an island

I couldn’t understand
what’s Hindu about having
fish and onion
after prayers by the river
in the temple courtyard

I’m no river
flowing toward the sea:
I must find my way
asking strangers in strange places
sensing soul, using insight

–Ram Krishna Singh

Author Ram Krishna SinghRam Krishna Singh, an Indian English poet, has been writing for about four decades. Professionally, till recently, an English language teacher in a technical university in Dhanbad, India, he has published more than 160 research articles, 175 book reviews and 42 books, including Sexless Solitude and Other Poems (2009), Sense and Silence: Collected Poems (2010), New and Selected Poems Tanka and Haiku (2012), and You Can’t Scent Me and Other Selected Poems (2016) . He has also published a memoir, Writing Editing Publishing: A Memoir (2016), which may interest literary historians, researchers and poets. His haiku and tanka have been internationally read and appreciated. web: www.rksinghpoet.blogspot.in ; email: profrksingh@gmail.com

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3 Comments

  1. Mark Fisher Mark Fisher

    I noticed that all the poems had this sadness to them, talking about pain and tears. It’s an interesting subject matter; one has been explored a lot but never not interesting to read.

  2. Steven Steven

    The poet has emotionally very well described about life and sadness. Life isn’t bed of roses and he has said it through his poem. He was very apt by describing a humans senses, human behaviour, mindset and most importantly how and what he feels at different times of the day, with the changing nature, sunsets and sunshines

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