A Poem published on Spillwords, July 28, 2022

 ONE MORE POEM

I don’t long for the past that swings and rings
I don’t care for the future I colour
with empty wishes prayers and meditation

dreams’ dark inspiration carves the present
I suffer more at night than in the day
breathe hell seeking freedom in the body

through friends in spirit turn sanguine despite
the tricky degeneration in shared life
one more day passes   one more poem born

 --R.K. Singh

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