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
--
RAM KRISHNA SINGH
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