From A Vineyard Poem by Ram Krishna Singh

From A Vineyard

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Frosted faces dissolve in
stale rain clutching
female body and

poached contexts dizzyingly slip
from a vineyard
who'll treat them angels?

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Ram Krishna Singh

Ram Krishna Singh

Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India
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