Space In The Eyes Poem by Ram Krishna Singh

I don't know the constitution that happens
but the make up matters: they see her novelty
or measure her from the bra over the top

I see the rain take off her underwear outside
the trousers that challenge liberty and pride:
she curls around to hide what she wears inside

and reveals much more, her flame and fragmented being,
the day's fabric in frail linen, dying night and
an absence: I see the colour change to cover;

to make distances from the moral remains
and shadows of lowing cows in a dried pasture
mate with throbbing dreams that look for space in the eyes