Ram Krishna Singh

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Ram Krishna Singh Biography

Brought up and educated in Varanasi, India I was, till recently, a university professor teaching English language skills to students of earth and mineral sciences. I have authored over 160 research articles and 170 book reviews in journals in all over the world. I have been writing poems in English for over four decades and am widely anthologised and published in various journals and ezines. New Indian English Poetry: An Alternative Voice: R.K.Singh (ed: I.K. Sharma,2004) and R.K.Singh's Mind and Art: A Symphony of Expressions (ed: Rajni Singh,2011) are two comprehensive critical presentations of my creativity since the 1970s. My latest books of poetry include Sense and Silence: Collected poems (2010) , New and Selected Poems Tanka and Haiku (2012) , I Am No Jesus and other selected poems: Tanka and haiku (2014) , You Can't Scent Me and Other Selected Poems (2016) , God Too Awaits Light (2017) , Growing Within/Desavârsire launtrica (English/Romanian,2017) , Reflections: R.K.Singh's Poetry and Self (2018) , There's No Paradise and Other Selected Poems Tanka & Haiku (2019) , Tainted With Prayers/Contaminado con oraciones (English/Spanish, Traductor Joseph Berolo Ramos,2019) , Silencio: Blanca Desconfianza: Silence: White Distrust (Spanish Edition, Spanish/English, Kindle,2021) , A Lone Sparrow: Haiku Poems (English/Arabic, Tr. Boubaker Rouagha, ed. Mahmoud Al-Rajabi,2021) , and Against The Waves: Selected Poems (2021) . Writing Editing Publishing: A Memoir (2016) celebrates my contact with academics, poets, editors and others who shared my concerns. I am married and have two children, one son and one daughter. I am now live at Vastu Vihar Colony, Kawa bandh, N.H.2, Govindpur, Dhanbad 826008)

The Best Poem Of Ram Krishna Singh

Banaras

1
The river flows through the woods
grown in Banares in centuries
down this terrace they say
washes ills and hides sins
inher graceful ripples reflects
the depths of eternity they love
the myth like heaven and slavation
each morning my father repeats
the celestial history while his son
breaks off the golden bough
and acts rex nemorensis
without fighting the priest
and the polemic continues over politics

2
Young girls and women move up and down
in the large boat standing on the Gange's bank
the sun smoulders the sand they carry over head
and fling down the basket that is their bread

they sit on the terrace and smoke hashish at noon
throw jokes on the privates or watch their sullen grace
poverty scythes their sweating skin, they fall
and the drowsy river flows with the city's garbage

3
Silent flows the Ganges in Banares
the muddy water and mud accumulates on roads
each house harnesses the taints
no matter, how many sacrifices of blood
each temple shelters satan's friends
even after centuries the muck stinks
on both sides convenience of culture
cuddles the self-turned waves
speaking of our pride, my obsession
straight through the bones of the living
their crooked simplicity and polished innocence
treachery, vanity, ranting
always washed in the fast current?
or the rod of time is impotent?
like the river I see untiringly
it's unsleeping eyes looking upward

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