Ram Krishna Singh Poems

Their hands are sulphur
with butcher strength
above the pit they drift
like shadow against dying sun
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1. Meditating
in the morning sun-
his long shadow
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1. Measures loneliness
sip by sip
at dining table
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I always dreamt the world
as one and thought I belonged
but none let me live
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I couldn't make my bedroom church
reading psalms and Lord's prayer

the light of my lamp and
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Her letter smells
the lotus she wore each time
meeting in the dark:
I touch her fingers again
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Coming out of the room
they smile to think they're not
what they were before
nor would they ever be
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Swirling spiral
of her skirt spills tides of dream
and memory:
I breathe fire in the dance
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Brooding, condemning
things not done and unable
to undo he prays
ceaselessly fails to stop
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While we were talking about
love, marriage and migraine
she kept fiddling with
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