Survival Poem by Ram Krishna Singh

Survival



The trees are taller than my height
the lips osculate in their shade
I enjoy the wind that shakes them

or undresses my sleepless nights
wrapped in shawl without mirrors of stars:
I survive the missing moon's light

- R.K.Singh

Monday, November 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: self discovery,survival
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Ram Krishna Singh

Ram Krishna Singh

Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India
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