Poems in Syndic Literary Journal, No. 9

3 Poems by Professor R.K. Singh

CLAY DREAMS

They make my face

ugly in my own sight

what shall I see in the mirror?

there is no beauty

or holiness left

in the naked nation:

the streams flow dark

and the hinges of doors moan

politics of corruption

I weep for its names

and the faces they deface

with clay dreams

DEAD OR ALIVE

My shrinking body

even if I donate

what's there for research?

devil in the spine

abusing tongue in sleep

or bleeding anus

defy all prayers

on bed or in temple

the same heresy

oozing and stinking

onanist excursion

dead or alive

I CAN SURVIVE

I've outlived

the winter's allergies

and depressing rains

 in a human zoo

I can live

my retirement too

without pension and medicare:

the wheelchair doesn't frighten

I can live

uncared and unknown

survive broken home

the numbness of the arms

the pain in the neck

and inflation too

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RAM KRISHNA SINGH

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