THERE’S NO PARADISE and Other Selected Poems Tanka and
Haiku
--Ram
Krishna Singh
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
The tanka
and haiku sequences in their present
form appear for the first time, even as certain individual tanka and haiku
constituting them may have appeared in print and/or online journals such as Sarasvati (Leicestershire), Cholla Needles (California), Still (London), The Journal of Indian Writing in English (Gulbarga, India), Poetcrit (Maranda, India), Haiku Novine (Yugoslavia/Serbia), Ko
(Nagoya, Japan), Lynx, Syndic Literary Journal, and Beneath the Rainbow. Acknowledgement is
due to their editors.
Further,
the editors of the following print and online journals and anthologies also published
some of the poems, including haiku and tanka, presented here: Creative Forum (New Delhi), Cyber Literature (Patna), Triveni (Hyderabad), Indian Book Chronicle (Jaipur), Prophetic Voices (Novato, CA), Moongate de Homo Sentiens (New Mexico,
USA), Amber (Dartmouth, Canada), La Pierna Tierna (Philadelphia), Xizquil(NM,USA), Haiku Harvest(Baltimore), Cotipora
Cultural (Brazil), Asahi Haikuist
Network/The Asahi Shimbun(Tokyo),
Haiku in English: The Mainichi(Tokyo),
23 Samobor Haiku Meeting(Croatia), 24 Samobor Haiku Meeting (Croatia), 25 Samobor Haiku Meeting (Croatia), World Poetry: 1994 (Seoul), World Poetry: 1995 (Seoul), Better Than Starbucks, Wales Haiku Journal, Wild Plum, Life and Legends,
Scryptic:Magazine of Alternative Art and
Literature, The Bamboo Hut, Failed Haiku, Simply Haiku, Akita International
Haiku Network, Protexto, Cliterature Journal, and Poetry Festival.
For Janhavi &
Vaishnavi my grand daughters
CONTENTS
Acknowledgements
Poems:
1. Sweet Savors
2. Nirvana
3. Burial
4. Now
5. Chain
6. Song of Songs
7. Rainbow
8. God, Sex and the World
9. Closed Eyes
10.
Hope of
Divinity
11.
Temptation
12.
Designs
13.
Luxury
14.
Angelic
Magic
15.
There’s No
Paradise
16.
Life’s
Strange Relation
17.
Creativity
18.
New Dawn
19.
Moth
20.
Smallness
21.
There’s No
Third Day
22.
Harassment
23.
Lies
24.
The Ride
to Return
25.
Bangalore
26.
Threat
27.
Death of
Desire
28.
Rootless
29.
Warning
30.
Achche Din
31.
Gourmet
Journey
32.
Nemesis
33.
Hazy
Vision
34.
Existence
35.
A Father’s
Complaint
36.
Let It Go
37.
Blood Moon
38.
Persona
Non Grata
39.
Me Too
40.
Profile
41.
Tanka
42.
Love: A Tanka
Sequence
43.
I’m No
River: A Tanka Sequence
44.
Waves: A
Haiku Sequence
45.
Haiku
About the
Poet
1.
SWEET SAVORS
Strayed far from
the nest
I’m fed up
living with dust
for years
fleeting shade
bereft
of melody
of spirit I sink
to
the hades of
utter loss
I can’t
reckon hidden
mysteries
I have lost the
sea
for a mere
cupful
void of patience
and
peace now as I
touch the breasts
of the field I crave
for a pure
breath
native to
my being I
search
sweet savors
of love
2.
NIRVANA
Hours of silence
and a lot of
walks:
no facile words
no touchiness
no paranoia
no pilgrimage
but chanting
within
through the
declining day
the inner acoustics
on a hilltop
no cloudy
incantation:
gasp for nirvana
3.
BURIAL
I want to burn
the fallen leaves
but fear the
flame will hurt the trees
I can’t stand
the stench rains bring
the backyard is
too big to clean
I can’t rescue
my habitat
nor trim the
trees for better light
this all
reflects the shambles made
for disco of
convenience
why regret
burial by
taunting
helplessness now
4.
NOW
My time is now
the day of
salvation
where is Father?
playing patty cake?
I sit a potted
plant
and wait at the
doorstep
tumbling sun and
shade
5.
CHAIN
I do not write
the sun, storm or sea
but re-create
myself and others
in verses turn
time or pluck some stars
to find my ways
through masked trenches
witness to my
sinking into mud
that curves the
memories into bias
disgrace dust,
sky, wind, all relations
window of
emotions I must chain
to breathe a
pure breath without passion
and discover
essence of beauty
spring a move
toward self harmony
perfection and
peace, prelude to nude
enlightenment to
carve life in full
6.
SONG OF SONGS
I’m true in my
element
begotten of
earth
hungry to mate
with sky:
seek me in song
of songs
in kisses that
he and she
rehearse on way
to bed
the voluptuous
squeezes
fulfillment of
godly
and bodily
promises
7.
RAINBOW
They color their
hair
paint their faces
to look younger
then speak aged
lies
to emulate
rainbows but stare
into the sky to
find
which color
follows which
before melding
into one
they wonder what
to do
with beige and
indigo shades
that stick their
vision
8.
GOD, SEX AND THE
WORLD
It’s part of
prayer
to have the
lingam kissed
or kiss it to
feel
the creator’s
pulse
for a moment
thank the body
too
that houses the
spirit
we seek in His
name
for relief and
salvation
through the
cycle
of day and night
meeting and
departing
learning and
unlearning
each moment
synthesizing
god, sex and the
world
9.
CLOSED EYES
The faces
appearing
and receding in
the darkness of
closed eyes
don’t answer why
they aren’t
winged souls
fading in the
sun
I emptied before
it set
in the gowns of
girls
stopped from
dancing bare foot:
they shake
autumn in the rain
mist blurs the
image
water spills in
shady pool
10.
HOPE OF DIVINITY
The falsity of
the sky is more real than the earth’s
lies can’t
sustain hope of divinity
we have
complicated with poesying
private hells to
mitigate flow of time
that couldn’t
carve heaven: we harbor histories
of broken
promises and fallen gods
lament men and
women buried in light
now soulless,
bodiless, traceless we look
upward and
whittle continents from clouds
hanging
generations that may never be
11.
TEMPTATION
Again the
stone-cool city
frightens the
oval existence
downward in
black moment
swamps of labor
will vanish
in fume I see no
prayers:
who can hope to
dial new angels
when most have
turned cubist cock
rivaling small
spooks underground
tempting
vulgar feats with awnings?
12.
DESIGNS
Variously hued
neo-knights
knock voters’ doors
search the holy
grail
howling,
trolling, abusing
baying for
blood, lynching, rape
exposing designs
for new history,
geography
and deity in
mosques
set right
blunders they didn’t write
reclaim rights
they always had
13.
LUXURY
The
framed-in-glass paper goddess
watches me pee
in the one-room apartment
vastu
experts blame for bad luck
they defecate or
rape hundreds
in the open no
god sees and none find fault:
cons love luxury
of advice
14.
ANGELIC MAGIC
Luck awaits me
if I could buy
it from
her miracles
stores
she gives me
three dates
for her call to
reach
the higher
cosmic forces
she dreams me
stand
in the middle of
a
tree-lined park
against saffron
flowers
flashes of light
focus
on my serene
face
the shower of
gold tempts
a being of light
descends
I’m offered a
new life
divine abundance
defeat of
enemies
and stream of
love
if I could pay
for her rituals
of
angelic magic
15.
THERE’S NO PARADISE
The fog in
mirror
slips by damp
towel
cold sets in
slippy hands
rain flows on
windows
black water
crawls down
like diseased
reptiles
why scrub the
smelly
underbellies
there’s no paradise
16.
LIFE’S STRANGE RELATION
The mind is put
off
before the act
blood lets down:
it’s end before
beginning
how can touch be
erotic
with cold
copulars
in drunken
gibberish?
they all chant
their own
equations
through grooves of night
trick weeds of
ideas
life’s strange
relation:
words belong to
all
but deeds to a
few
17.
CREATIVITY
The hole between
words is vaginal
if the mind
could penetrate
the seed won’t
question age
inside the lines
it crackles
with orgasmic
pleasure
meanders through
the tunnel
from first
breath to oblivion
stays erect,
liberates the text
18.
NEW DAWN
I love the night
with you
when sleepless
we yield
to passions of
the body
tugging the
nagging divine
in the mind
ageing fears melt
and dry between
the sheets
for a new dawn
to set in
19.
MOTH
I gave you my
love
what more do you
seek
to lighten the
night
my beloved
let the fire
burn
and consume the
moth
20.
SMALLNESS
I live in a
crowd of fakes
smallness rises
with age
my mind has
ceased to think
new metaphors
hardly happen
hunger keeps me
awake all night
I mitigate
minginess
inner lives are emptied
and filled with
fresh stresses
too many fault lines
run through
to make sense of
the divide
my passion
itches and prompts
I nuzzle the
virtual too
it’s the same
virus replicating
the same hackers
that hurt
the vigor and
rigor of
the new, left or
pushed behind
whatever the
remedy
wounds take
deaths to heal
21.
THERE’S NO THIRD DAY
Nestled between
smog and dust
my church faces
a collapse
beyond miracle:
I can’t
stand up to
resurrection
there’s no third
day for my soul
no third eye for
Shiv in me
God is too old
to revive
the rhythm that was
my once
I’m now defaced,
mired in scams
constantly raped
and buried
in chaos of
abundance
hope and
unanswered prayers
in journey
through crevices
love convulsions
and faith shops
22.
HARRASSMENT
Weinstein looked
for
creative friction
in sex
she always
sought
non-procreative
sex
in life and
business
they condemn
both
23.
LIES
No odysseys
under water or space—
retreat within
writing poetry in bed
confronting words to evade
the dead or dying
timidity of body
its libidinal romps
and circuitous lies
24.
THE RIDE TO RETURN
The ride in the car
from airport to back home:
my belly swings
the puke is too much too quick
the day ends in head with what
I’d take to get well
erase memories
of love’s pace in an
ever burning house
dog-earing pages
of the fragile world I wrote
and caught myself
again and again
gaze through the darkened space
decay with aged trees
25.
BANGALORE
No walkways:
food vendors line up
with pushcarts and vans
techies throng with backpack
bike and friends
deal with digital touch
mobile eateries
overwhelm footpaths:
remnants of chilli fish
chicken curry, biryani
nan, uttapam, dosa
and whatnot add to
sensory chaos
what if pedestrians
snake through killing pace
of traffic on footpaths
Bangalore is colorful
and affordable too
26.
THREAT
We chase myths in self-made Amazon
fish turtles that change color in new waters
we create landscape of nightmares and wade through
anacondas that threaten our confidence
lost in the jungles of our own making
we beat about thorny grasses now
look for the twin flames for convenience
cloud judgment and reality for control
challenge the Republic and divide
the defense that could never be
27.
DEATH OF DESIRE
Evening walk:
a peep into my own
lanes and bylanes
bodily harmony
a sense of inner calm
soon disturbed
by TV debates, news
and serials
over sliced apple, snacks
and distorted wholeness
before retiring
swallow pills to mitigate
her rising hackles
that walk me through to death
of desire for love in bed
28.
ROOTLESS
Hidden from the eyes of others
I was made in secret
but can’t remember my birth
from foetus in the womb
to severing of the cord
erased the memory
now rootless in the valley
fading sensations of years
pierce the darkling wings of
world wide web that blob my being
twisted and tangled, brushed
away like a fly hate mongers
hash tag my creation
pirouetting platitudes
29.
WARNING
Between midnight and three
I babble images
my grandson fears to hear
and kicks me in bed, warning
if I don’t keep quiet
he won’t sleep with me
30.
ACHCHE DIN
For divine bliss in the morning
they call out cows to feed rotis
then chase them away from the gate
for fear of smelly holy shit
the whole day their game of
redemption
through achche din* in holes screaming
minced onion in the eyes and
ready to rob the cerement
from bodies buried by strangers
raising new slogans on sunset
*better days
31.
GOURMET JOURNEY
To win elections
they sponsor chaos chanting
Modi, Modi
kill tongues that utter dissent
or oppose foolishness
in the name of Ram
cow, love jehad, reform
close all windows
making dysfunctional
the holy Constitution
with small deities
watching periodic tango
pop up dinners
global collaboration
in newer territories
without money pouring in
dreams rise and sell
feet forward, mind backward
relishing lies of
gourmet journey
32.
NEMESIS
The deities are dumb
so they speak
louder and louder
vie with each other
for godhood
descend from mosque-top
to Supreme Court
now await
resurrection
33.
HAZY VISION
Rheumatic walking
in crippling lumbar crisis
they pity and pass
the waiting sun
at the naked tree’s corner
my hazy vision
managing to survive
with repair and maintenance
ageing road
revives the dying nerves
her momentary smile in sleep—
I walk again
34.
EXISTENCE
Strolling in the alley
he watches the road turn drain:
it was dry till she came
now it’s dust and smoke
muddy and toxic
day in and day out
he breathes in poison:
listens to a dying sparrow
near the gutter
midwinter the rising sun
drives him to Seroflo
and manage his restlessness
35.
A FATHER’S COMPLAINT
How can I
contain
her destructive energy
she conceals what she is
her toxic attitude
they all see
as she unshapes destiny
of her cornpone plots
in elitist mode
she lets down her own folks
with mendacious fabrications
brings doom to her own children
who were born innocent
brings shame to her husband
who seeks to see them rise
brings dishonor to us all
who hope to see her change
despite the vanity wall
she raised for years
she won't know what to do
when her parents are dead
or even we are no more
she can't even weep
or scream on anything she touches
she may then squiggle in her fate
alone in a lonely room
while others may look and not care
36.
LET IT GO
Silent gaze of paper deities
from the little temple
in a corner in bedroom
fills me with hope:
anything may happen anytime
despite uncertainty
unending jealousy
or tragedy in life
I look for grace within
contemplating the unsaid
in the rhymes of rogues and heroes
I’m not afraid of
the body in crumbled soil
there’s always another chance
to re-form my own present
re-write another half-page
in drunken oblivion
God is going to let it go
37.
BLOOD
MOON
Waking to a morning
tainted with prayers
on the toilet seat
nude nature waves to a dull sun
smitten by the night’s long eclipse
38.
PERSONA NON GRATA
Feeling sick with sensory poisoning
and the rising malaise is the black bile
I ooze, do nothing but unweave
the mind lost in emotional memories
and body in the swirl of sensations
sweating the cancerous stress, meander
through the nerve pathways, the fleeting shadows
the vague silhouettes, the colors in dark
rise to make me naked in bed
and I yell expletives in half-sleep
without knowing the pragmatics of response:
I hate the odor of my urine
and the cycles of rectal bleeding
no video game but frustrating
invading the mind and memories
susceptible to viral infection
medicines or no medicines I must
escape the empty wreck piled within
lest the body’s hormones system explode
and the balance without is disturbed
making me persona non grata
39.
ME TOO
I hate to end up
an anonymous failure
repeating the routine
exploring the others
reviewing what is not
there should be time for me too
to turn the leaves between orgasms
the fleeting moments of poems
and the whole lot of deaths
40.
PROFILE
I
don't know who shops my books
or
cares for sexy and wholesome
for
the time I showed up first
I
haven't made any money
transcending
decades and not
belonging
to back-scratchers
or
goody-goody poetic
academia
and press
trying
not to seem better, or sell
I
have stayed bold and alone
a
work in progress perhaps
even
without audience here
or
maybe, I simply don't fit
the
politics of writing now
but
long after I'm dead
buried
or burnt to ashes
I
may rise again
a
tiny phoenix mapped in
fresh
DNA of silence
from
google's graveyard
41.
TANKA
Stars on the earth
these glow worms I want to clasp
into hands and
offer to God as flowers
of my first obeisance
the wine of love swells
in my vessel dark shadows
recede human dirt
between sound and silence greets
the joy and bliss of spirit
love's spirit descends
and melds into her body
lending it new life:
I'm amazed how the unknown
becomes one with her beauty
full blue moon
divine channel from heavens
illuminating
arrival of Easter Sunday
and April, the angel month
a serpent twists
its head to face a dragon
on her shoulder:
their tails on breasts in water
swirl to cleanse my kiss on skin
intruding
the darkness of bedroom
a tree’s silhouette:
she whispers its masked presence
and says no to making love
tears dry up
leaving no marks where her pain
ends and mine begins
on the face makeup damp
with aching sweat and cold sighs
frozen
in the icy wind
my fingers
she fears the chill
on her cheeks
I thought I would make
tea for her but she was sleeping
I didn't wake up
our back faced each other
once again cold birthday
smallness of the small
no sharing half-chewed betel--
mischievous whisper
in bed fuzzy sensation
of ruddy lips that's no love
the tenuity
of her story like hearing
my own confession
without the priest I wonder
if I knew my true voice
wearied winter
each night bed a living grave:
drying breathing passage
and lonely shadows
delaying disaster
November morning—
too many thorns to reach
the only rose
and the tormenting thought
that I am forsaken
too small to explore
the sea of the unknown:
island existence
breathing hell of darkness
dreading hungry excursions
source of salvation
depository of sins
no cake cutting
in church promise of reaping
if we sow recovery seed
in the white of night
sighs for supreme delight
steal tender pleasure
manipulating wetness
in bed unmask simple sin
her
name
a
soothing music
in
the mouth:
I
forget the pain in back
I
seek the sky in silence
unhappy
with
how I look and
feel
right now
seek
a best version
and
just look within
no one knows
when the sun will be clouded
or when it will rain
in Ramdhura
women and weather one
last
night’s rain
paves
way for a clear sky
this
morning
the
breeze is cool and the sun
adds
a new hue to the spring
a tidal wave
touches the shore to wipe
my naked footprints
and leaves behind some shells
pebbles and memories
near the railway track
she squats with hands on her knees
and hides her parts
in half-dark the naked truth
transforms nature into nude
half-painting:
palette and easel
collect dust
in the studio
pained silence of mother
dreams puzzling
smallness of waking
I can't live
the child's circumcision
promise of happiness
turns off the mood
for prayer in the park
smelly underarm
of a fellow walker
running to reduce weight
choking air
in a walled colony:
two tired pigeons
perch on overhead tank
whisper pity on us
island of rubbish
home to cows, mosquitoes
and homeless mothers
speak wordlessly passersby
unzip to ease and move
the snail of traffic
near red light bikes zig-zag
on broken footpaths
at Bannerghatta Road
pedestrians seek safe refuge
health horoscope
planetary conspiracy:
rectal bleeding
not healing for months recur
backache with dying libido
unemptied
the cup of remorse--
begging bowl
before the dumb deity
years of noisy silence
visit Vinayak
each day new prayers inside
years old faces
at the threshold hit their heads
the dumb deity stays unmoved
earthy body
and nightness of silence
fear in mirror
return to the river
echoing hollowed sound
when change comes
things change they say--
sight beyond sight
in the wealthy vacuum
all is well with limping days
42.
LOVE: A Tanka
Sequence
On the roof top
she waits for
her man with
moon cake and lantern:
a flash of
silver showers
on the mist-shrouded
figure
raising
her hard drink
heavenward:
to my man, lover
of
animals, soft in
sex
she stoops low
to the bottom
shelf
in black jeans
her curves
flattering and
red lace groping
her hips
a tress of hair
she drops over
the mole
on her forehead
thinking it’s
ugly and
hides her own
gazelle eyes
the beads of
sweat
on her breasts
do not touch
her years or
face
in candle light
her shadow
is more
restrained than my thought
shaped like a
bird
a drop of water
lands
on her breast:
my breath jumps
to kiss it
before her
pelvic flick
it’s not ageing
but eternal
delight:
she under me
smooth belly,
nude necking
slow stroking
parting flesh
I love her
undress
the light with
eyes that spring
passion with
kisses
she leaves her
name again
for my breath to
pass through
she undresses in
dim light
perfumes her body
fills room with
herself:
we hit the hay
together
drowning in each
other
the chilly
twilight—
tossing leaves
and branches
tell of the wind
before sunrise
she and I
cross-legged,
cling to each other
making love
she tastes the
salt
upon my shoulder
in the afternoon
I pound
like surf into
her flesh
the wind lifts
her curved
nudity hidden
in the water
curtain:
I touch the
strings that whisper
love in each
falling drop
a happier image
with salubrious
top
turns rapturous
as she tamps her
love
with watery
lipstick
love’s spirit
descends
and melds into
her body
lending it new
life:
I’m amazed how
the unknown
becomes one with
her beauty
43.
I’M NO RIVER: A
Tanka Sequence
The sun couldn’t
help
nor fish protest:
river has no sex
so it dried up
trapped in its own banks
the otter
watches
a duck walking on
the frozen river
icicles drop bit by bit
from a lone tree
at the river
bank
she folds her arms and legs
resting her head
upon her knees and sits
as an island
I couldn’t
understand
what’s Hindu about having
fish and onion
after prayers by the river
in the temple courtyard
I’m no river
flowing toward the sea:
I must find my way
asking strangers in strange places
sensing soul, using insight
44.
WAVES: A
Haiku Sequence
Setting sun
leaves behind sparkle
on the waves
parabolic hue
through the cloudy morning:
wrinkling river
the sun rolls
on the waving Ganges
whitens love hope
blinding fog
and cloud of darkness--
river waves
waves of mist shine
with sun the day resumes
laughter shakes each bough
sea waves
roll from far away
white peaks
counting sand
between the toes
a dying wave
her name
written on the sand:
wave breaks
travelling back
from the waves of bliss
a foam-leap
45.
HAIKU
year’s first snowfall
prediction of early spring—
sakura buds
winter holidays
my son chases butterflies
flower to flower
workplace:
wandering hands
my knees intact
wandering
in
a grey land
thick fog
a red globe
rises at dawn:
waving corn
a sleeping snake
curled between the eggs—
layers of leaves
awake
alone on the house top
a sparrow
taking a nap
on oranges in his shop—
a fruit vendor
meditating
in the morning sun—
his long shadow
the
village pond—
waiting
for her arrival
with
a baited hook
in
their webs
spiders
racing to spin
their
meatless prey
height of the day:
shadows chasing shadows
ghosting dates
hitching up the skirt
she fills her pockets with
unripe mangoes
smell of fish
in his apple juice bottle—
costermonger
knee-deep in the pond
awaits fresh catch to buy milk
for the new-born
pumpkin for dinner
she rues my preparation—
devil’s shit
waking
up
gloves
ready for the catch –
unclaimed
light
dressing up
for the blessing:
money presence
crowded waiting hall
fleshly warmth with smelly clothes:
midnight train still late
on the footbridge
an old beggar spreads
her cardboard bed
camouflaged
her soft fall on bed—
dappled back
cursing love
with freak abandon
lain and lifted
in my path
a monkey wrench—
destiny
lonely hilltop
looking for lavity—
emerald full moon
crescent night
she keeps the flame alive
unstilled smile
her leaning head
from night to deathless light—
chemotherapy
a touch of fire
in inner privacies:
the will to live
darkness of the heart
bouts of quiet clashes:
midnight oracle
cleaning the remains
of burnt out earthen lamps—
dusky temple yard
walking alone
lost in a different world—
head cernuous
night ends
in nakedness—
lonely bed
touching her tattoos
in the darkness of mirror
moon from the window
ice cream
melting on her lips—
senses flood
a night wolf
chomps the leftovers—
teeth in moon
swimming with the wave
stuck in the loop in water:
wisps of memory
unable to map
on the face where her pain ends
and mine begins
she looks ahead
after years of heart-bleed:
harvest moon
chilly stillness
mist of my breath
blue Monday
stands the house
unmoved on the rock—
tornado
coming out
a slip with zero—
ATM
paid followers
hitting with vile messages:
panic attack
post truth or fake news
hates odor of his urine—
self-invented lies
life expires
taking care of self—
clever delusion
hovering my head
luck-stealing spirits—
golden moon
fishing peace
in the inner sea—
solitude
after the discourse
beer and biryani in lunch—
Happy Drinksgiving
prayer book
covering the glass—
his last drink
Copyright: Ram Krishna Singh
ABOUT THE POET
Ram Krishna Singh, born, brought up and educated in
Varanasi (Uttar Pradesh, India), has been writing poetry in English for about four
decades. He has authored over 160 academic articles, 170 book reviews, and 44
books. His recent collections of poems include I Am No Jesus And Other Selected Poems, Tanka and Haiku
(English/Crimean Tatar, Romania, 2014), You
Can’t Scent Me and Other Selected Poems(New Delhi, 2016), God Too Awaits Light(California, 2017)
and Growing Within (English/Romanian,
Romania, 2017).
Widely published and anthologized, and appreciated
for his tanka and haiku, R.K. Singh’s poems have been translated into several languages,
including Japanese, Greek, Italian, German, French, Spanish, Chinese,
Portuguese, Romanian, Crimean Tatar, Bulgarian, Russian, Slovene, Croatian,
Farsi, Arabic, Serbian, Esperanto, Hindi, Punjabi, Kannada, Tamil, and Bangla.
His awards and honors include Ritsumeikan University
Peace Museum Award, Kyoto, 1999, Certificate of Honor and Nyuusen Prize,
Kumamoto, 2000 and 2008, Life time Achievement Award of the International Poets
Academy, Chennai, 2009, Prize of Corea Literature, South Korea, 2013, Naji
Naaman’s Literary Prize, Lebanon, 2015, and nomination for Pushcart Prize,
2013, 2014.
ISBN-13: 978-6202292474
Publisher: Éditions Muse (April 3, 2019)
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