Ram Krishna Singh Poems

Before the bananas ripe
let's meet at least once

lest the fog dampen passion
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gods sin against God
betray creation
break covenant
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It is merely the color they replace
not the content, and make distance
with rickety slogans engulf the waves
that trap tears before dreams revolt
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A crow
picking sperms from his mouth
to feed anger
of an unwed mother
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I don't know how to negotiate the long steep trail
with hidden scorpions under loose rocks
at home with human muck in a valley existence
strolling upward through a thicket of TV images
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At the end of the day
when I look back and see
my knowledge and insight
rusting with ageing colleagues
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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
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She hears the voice
of unrealised bliss in
the coos of koel
at the window sill this evening
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I leave my memories
in prayerful trance
float above my body
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What is this life
like the sun rising and dying
someone beginning and someone stopping
without presence being felt
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