Ram Krishna Singh

Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India
Ram Krishna Singh
Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India
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The river flows through the woods
grown in Banares in centuries
down this terrace they say
washes ills and hides sins
inher graceful ripples reflects
the depths of eternity they love
the myth like heaven and slavation
each morning my father repeats
the celestial history while his son
breaks off the golden bough
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Rajnish Manga 25 October 2017
The myth and faith of the vast multitude of people in the holy river kept aside, you have uncovered the mask of hypocrisy which is solely responsible for polluting its sacred waters. Thanks a lot.
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Akhtar Jawad 15 June 2014
Dear Professor Sahib, Your progressive views are reflected in your lovely poem. All this happens at the tombs of Sufiakarams too. I have seen these things at the tomb of Khawaja Nizamuddin Aulia at Delhi. By the way I am reminded of two lines probabaly by Kabir Das- Rand, Sand, Sanyasi- - Inse bachen to sevein Kasi. I have seen Banaras and Sarnath many times and have a lot of sweet memories. I was born at Gorakhpur.
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Raghavan Warrier 27 December 2006
Beautiful poem Sir. River Ganga is my passion too and this is one of the best poems I have ever read. Thanks for sharing.
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Sandra Fowler 26 December 2006
Praise for your extraordinary word painting. Wishing you a wonderful.creative 2007. Warm regards, Sandra
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