Helplessness Poem by Ram Krishna Singh

Helplessness



I have no magical power
to change my restlessness
into glory radiating
peace or purpose in living:

they give me no room to better
men or myself but condemn
as one hanged for nothing:
poets are no living lessons

I stand aside ruminating
what I couldn't do or be
or await miracles through
circles and zigzags of the mind

even corrupt faith and curse
destiny for the maze
of my own making and yet say
I know the spirit's upward fire

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Ram Krishna Singh

Ram Krishna Singh

Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India
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