Nothing turns me on
in aloneness self-rape
is no eros:
the blue hill hides the seed
in the sex of goddess
I can't awaken
nor can I rise from the ash
to be my real self
I am still lost in meanness
no third eye could locate
-R.K.SINGH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poet struggling to find spritual awakening as against the self-depricating sense moorings. Is this? Two beautiful stanzas of a poem.