R.K. Singh

Rookie - 404 Points (31 December 1950 / Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India)

I Can'T Sing And Praise - Poem by R.K. Singh

I couldn't make my bedroom church
reading psalms and Lord's prayer

the light of my lamp and
the portion of my cup couldn't

lift my soul mired in passions
and silence of the morning

the confessions couldn't remove
my anguish of ages

nor the tears and cries strengthen
faith, hope, and love- the rock

slips the grip for enemies
within don't halt my body

glues to the ground seeking
darkness of the womb and joys

ever restless the child doesn't
grow and the father fails

in verses I can't hide fears
my face I despise, can't find

freedom from the chemicals
sprayed in the air and the smog

oppressing my breath, the sun
fails to keep the covenant

the terrors of death are real
the traps overwhelm, I can't

escape my own creations
the bed, the flesh, and serpents

that seize the house of God
I can't redeem, can't save

the soul in battle with me
in bed I can't sing and praise

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 21, 2006


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